Some might find Rex's earlier comment about Valentine's Day to be crude and insensitive towards women, but I assure you, his rage is certainly justified. There is one thing in this world which will make every wannabe feminist and egalitarian flush their principals down the toilet in a New York minute - Valentine's Day. This sappy greeting card holiday is pushed on youngsters in Kindergarden with those cards and heart candies. Except in Kindergarden, everyone got something. Somewhere in the next decade girls decided that they didn't want to reciprocate anymore, but a man would have to provide flowers, a cheesy romantic dinner and maybe rent a suitably cliche romantic comedy. Yes, this is purely voluntary, but there is a deep fear among lesser men that if their girls won't put out if they don't live up to this commercial cliche. Ladies, fucking reciprocate sometime. Buy me some flowers and chocolates. And gentlemen, its better to die on your feet than live on your knees.

In the immortal words of Bob Dylan, that nice guy that really liked you...

"You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe."


You know what this suck-ass is really thinking. (Don't answer that, Rex.) He's wondering what you got him. My guess is Jack Shit.

"You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe."






If I'm such a sensitive guy, why don't you buy me some fucking flowers?