It's a capitalist money making sheme and if I had a girl she would be special all the time and not just one day a year...
Since I don't have a girl I can save some money either way.![]()
It's a capitalist money making sheme and if I had a girl she would be special all the time and not just one day a year...
Since I don't have a girl I can save some money either way.![]()
Last edited by Husar; 02-13-2009 at 13:25.
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Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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I haven't received a Valentine since age 7, when Margaret Conway gave me one, and cried that I hadn't given her one (nobody had 'splained Val Day to me).
I have learned that the women I've been "with" (married, or girlfriend) expected something on Valentine's Day. A card, at minimum. I've forgotten a few times, and they've gotten a little pouty for a day or two - so I've learned to pay more attention.
Ms. K gets a nice card with her morning coffee, and a pajama-gram later, if the Post Office comes through.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
Holy thrash Kukri! When did you resign as a mod? I had no idea. :P Did you get too busy?
Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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lol, it is weird not to see you in green. :P I know how busy the Uni can keep you though. :P Good luck.
Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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I hate this holiday. It's disgusting.
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Gah...
Well... I got 2 pity lolipops today and a pity balloon today
As far for my plan:
Since everyone is "busy" with their respective gfs... I plan to play a lot of videogames tomorrow, maybe watching a movie.
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This should be the depressing thread.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
though im jewish, in my school we do valentines day anyhow. the day is so removed from religion we (the kids at my school) think its ok to do.
i personally dont give out any pity chocolate. people may get the wrong idea. but i do give chocolate to the girls i liked. now that i have a gf, we just go on a date instead of chocolate.
tomorrow night were going to some fancy resturant.
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
After-Action Report: We don't usually 'do' Valentine's Day stuff other than a card. But this year, I'd won a few bucks on the Superbowl, so had some discretionary funds. Had the usual greeting card sitting by her coffee cup (also a 'funny' one from the cat, to her). "Oh, but I didn't get one for you. I was gonna...". "Don't give it another thought, Sweetie", sez I, "I knows ya luffs me. 'Sides, it's kinda a girlie sorta holiday, right?". "Okay".
Missus Kis a dear, gentle soul, automatically given to cheerfulness and compassion. She also has an abiding sense of 'even-ness', developed over years of raising 2 boys, and making sure that each got their own (of anything) in equal measure. So, even though she said "Okay.", I could see the fair-play wheel starting to spin in her adorable li'l head.
I went to work. She had the day off. About 1400 a txt msg arrives: "Home @ 4?". "No, 3 rtes 2day. Hm @ 6", I txt back. Twenty minutes later, another txt msg: "Guess wut UPS dropped off? Jammy-gram!!!". I respond: "LOL.LUV U" .
Cut to 1730. I finished up more quickly than I'd thought at work, and pulled into the driveway at home, only to see my Darlin' rushing toward her little car. "Six O'Clock, you said!" as she backs out and takes off, "Go clean up. I'll be right back." I shower, wondering 'what the...?'. She returns promptly at 1755, bag and bottle in hand.
"Sit", she orders, while laying out
Seafood Portofino & stuffed mushrooms, while uncorking a nice little Chianti. <---Kukri's fav meal.
She'd planned out and timed with precision this whole dinner affair (only to have my work schedule mess it up). She later explained that she'd hoped to meet me at the door with a cold can of beer, wearing the (flimsey) robe I'd got her from PajamaGram, and usher me into dinner.
Heck, she could'a handed me a can of corned beef hash, and I'd have appreciated it just as much.
I sure love that girl. Have no idea what she sees in me; but I'm grateful she hasn't kicked me out yet.
And that was my Valentine's Day, 2009.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
As someone else with fat thumbs I empathize.
And congrats on the lovely Valentines, I wish the girls I dated knew how to make pasta. I need to move to Jersey.
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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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