Fuck Your Love! or Why Rock-N-Roll Is My Bitch!

Valentine’s Day is approaching fast, like a train with a drunk conducter. And like said conducter, many of you are inebriated…on love!

I know a lot of people who are in love right now. Good for them. Have fun with your fancy chocolates. Don’t worry if your skin breaks out or you gain a few pounds from the confection because your partner will still love you because that’s what love is. Hope you enjoy those expensive flowers. When they die, you’ll be reminded of your mortality, but no worries because you’ve already found “the one” you wish to spend the rest of your life with. And what about a nice romantic love-making session to top the night. You better enjoy it because that’s probably the person you’ll be fucking (or getting fucked by as the case may be) for a good long while. Even when they’re old. And get wrinkly boobs/balls. And fart. And fart. And fart.

Us single folks won’t have nearly as much fun. Sure we’ll go out in clusters, frequenting the usual nightspots. But we’ll be miserable with all that freedom we have to squander. I mean, so much freedom! What to do with it all? You mean, I can go anywhere with anyone I want and not have to answer to someone? Oh please, say it ain’t so!

I actually am tied down at the moment. Rock-N-Roll is my bitch. Eat it!!!

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