Sweets? Flowers? Cutesy stuffed animals?
BO-RING.
This Valentine’s day, give me one thing a bit out-of-the-ordinary! One thing a bit daring! One thing a bit…um…
…crappy?
(Keep in mind, the couple that leaves flaming luggage of poo on doorsteps collectively, STAYS collectively.)
I am getting sort of a combined message right here.
Okay, now it is much less combined.
Cling on. So that you’re saying you morph right into a heart-chomping werewolf at evening? Is that it?
And the decision is coming from inside the home?
And you might want diapers?
However you continue to love me in your barbaric, wolfish method?
Aw. Nicely, I assume that IS sort of candy…
Will you cease killing issues whereas I am attempting to speak to you.
Nicely, I assume the one actually vital factor is that we perceive each other, proper?
[crickets]
That and home coaching, after all.
BAD WEREWOLF.
Due to Rebekah G., Meredith G., Carolyn, Brandy S., Chau, Laura E., Kerry M., Lynn B., Anne Q., & Anthony S. for reminding us to only follow bins of candies.
Until we’re werewolves.
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P.S. In case this submit wasn’t painful sufficient:
Exceptionally Dangerous Dad Jokes
There are lots of “dad joke” books on the market, however this one has superior scores AND the phrase “spiffing” on the quilt, so it is a clear winner.
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