Posted on Feb 14th, 2008
by
eBuzz
Ok fellas. If you're my age, you know you get caught up in the whole "pressure cooker" world of Hallmark gift giving crap everytime that chubby, pastey cherub flings a stick off his recurve. What a racket. But we gotta do it. And what is it that we gotta do? Commercialism dictates flowers, chocolate, cards, candy hearts, jewelry, dinner out (candle light, ugg..), baby sitter, and a baby sitter for the baby sitter if said sitter is under 15 (if over 15 she/he is talking on your phone rackin' up a huge bill talking mushy to Davey/Molly on a field trip in Adelaide while the TV is suffering from channel A.D.D. from his/her itchy remote finger; basically watching and talking to everything but your kid/s), and $20 dollars to the old lady across the street to watch your house for suspicious activity and fires as both events usually mean that your kids have exacted their revenge on you and the baby sitter. >Cripes!<
So here's what you do and please tell me if this works so's I can do it next year, Sucker! The day before, you offer to do the yardwork for the nice old lady across the street. She's got a rose garden. Catch my drift? That $20 your gonna give her tomorrow was just saved right there, pal! Have you seen the price for roses lately!?? Buy the diamonds fellas. It's cheaper. Now on your way to work every morning you usually stop for a coffee at a drive-thru java hut somewhere right? Don't they usually give you a mint or a chocolate or something? Save those in your lunch box. When you get to the magic number of fifty, that is about the right amount of candy for Valentines. Do NOT give it to her in a paper sack you Dope! No no. You know that tea cup way in the back of the cupboard that you got her five years ago but she never uses because it says "Git 'er done" with a picture of Daisy Duke on it? Your gonna get that sucker out and take it to the tool shed and give it a Primer make over and then I think that last pint of Fuchia Outdoor Latex paint will finish her off nicely. Besides, you Idiot, if she calls you on it, you can back outta that one by saying that you actually made something for her and that it was the inspiring energy of Love that led you to accidently leave Daisy Duke's ass paint-free. Put the candy in the cup, Colon Nugget and wrap it in something besides a shop rag and duct tape. Next. How old are your kids now? Teens? uh-huh. Somewhere in the garage is a dusty old banged up box of books they had when they were say about, ages four through seven. Pick a book with the most pictures of animals on it. In that book is a page that will speak to you with a nice fuzzy horsey or something 'cause you still can't read worth a shit. Take that folding hunting knife from your jeans pocket. You know the one. It has the cool pocket clip on it, but still looks new because the only reason you got it was to be able to pull it out and clean your nails with it in front of the first boy that's gonna ask your daughter out for a date. Cut the page out, Doofus. Next. The spray can of white water-based paint that rolled behind the washing machine three years ago is finally gonna get some use. Spray paint the words off the page. All three of them. Your shoes should still be on as yes, there are only three words. The only other publications with that little text on the pages is porn in which case the picture you have chosen is not a fuzzy horsey and is in fact your own stash, Dumb Ass! Next. Write something thoughtful in the blank space you have painted. Let the paint dry first, Door Knob and don't use a grease pencil! Try something with color. A highlighter marker will do nicely. Make sure that you have written small enough to have at least fit the words "I Love You" on there somewhere. If you mispelled those words, that's OK. Women think that shit is cute. Next. Fold this page in half. This is your card. Next. Has your wife ever been fishing? No? Buddy, your in luck! Time to go for the tackle box. Take out some of the nicer swivels you have in the back compartments. Not the new ones!!! This is Steelhead Season, Son. Lordy! We're just making something she'll love the sentiment of and never wear anyway! Now the next step is tricky. You have to be honest. How big is your wife? Is she in shape or has time worn her down alittle bit. Is she still callin' you "Time"? Ha! That's a joke, Dumbshit. Now. You are gonna use some of the nice shiny steel colored number eights. If she is largish, use about 20. If she is still about the same size as the Wedding Day, use 30. This is a necklace. If you want extra credit, take the treble hook off of a Super Duper or L'il Cleo and run the swivel chain through the split ring. Make sure to take extra precaution to clean the last fishing trip's bait off the lure you choose, otherwise she's gonna pierce your nipple with it when she's done screaming. Next. Fire up the Barby, Dipshit! Dinner out, remember? Yeah I know it's snowing, but you shoulda thought of that before you spent all of the gift money at the coffee hut yesterday gettin' all 50 pieces of candy in one day after you read this. What an Ass. I've got two words for you. Dollar store. Yeah. Candy hearts and kisses everywhere. If you'd been thinkin' in advance you wouldn't be in this pinch. If you'd been thinkin' somebody would have wrote an article about it. So fire up the Barby, Buttwad! Next. There's a whole chicken in the freezer. Get it out. Take off the packaging. This is imperative and must be done before putting on the Barby. Next. You got any of that crappy generic label beer left over from when your buddies came last Saturday for poker night? Crack open a can now. Stick it up the chicken's pooper. Stand it upright in the Barby. Come back in an hour. Next. Go in the house and open the refrigerator. Slide open the compartment labeled "Crisper". See those? Those are vegetables. Similar to your kids only cheaper to raise. After you wash the layers of paint off of your hands, give the veggies a rinse too. Do NOT wipe off the vegetables on your shirt, Dolt! That's for your hands! The back of your pants leg is for vegetables. Nobody said being domestic was easy! But you're as sharp as a barn door. You'll get it. We're almost done now. Chop the veggies into bite size pieces. For her. About one third yours not counting the missing tooth. Now go back to the fridge. Open it, Fart Sack! The white bottle shaped like Oprah is Ranch Dressing. Pour about a quarter of that in a bowl with the veggies. Don't forget to toss the salad, now. If the vegetables are on the ceiling and the floor, you did it wrong, Ape Scrote! Put it all back into the bowl. Toss means mix. Use one of those shiny annoying things your wife is always putting beside your dinner plate. The thing you clean your ears at the table with will do nicely. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!! Smoke Alarm?! The chicken's done. Next. Remove the hubcaps, tools and lubricants from the table. In other words, the kids' breakfast dishes. Set a nice clean place for two and remember to put a fresh paper towel under each entree. It kinda looks like doilies. Next. Give kids money. Send to the movies. Done!
You have just successfully prepared a lovely Valentine's Day Evening for your significant other or your wife. Whichever you prefer. Good Luck! If you did it right, you might get lucky tonight, Ass Pimple! If you didn't? Find out what movie the kids are watching and don't forget your teacup full of candy! Popcorn in the cinemas is expensive!!!
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