In case you didn’t realize it, yesterday was Valentine’s day, which when I was growing up, back in the Victorian era, meant passing an anonymous note to a bird you fancied in order to persuade her to meet you behind the bicycle shed. Now, it is a gargantuan exercise in profligacy. (Good word, right?) According to AdAge, Americans will have spent over 18 fucking billion dollars on expensive shit… Including $815 million on their pets! Yes, pets. Anyone spending even one cent on their pet for Valentine’s Day should be taken on that cruise ship I just posted about and made to walk the fucking plank. This is nearly as fucked up as grownups dressing up like children on Halloween. When I go in a shop, I want to be served by a sales assistant, not a fucking witch. Grow up… And get off my lawn!
Boschetto - Forty three days, and counting!!!
For maximum effect, amputate the little fuckers paw!