I am like a pressure cooker about to explode. BOOM! I will tell y'all why. Yesterday at work... I get hounded.... what are you doing for Valentines... etc....... blah blah blah. I kept saying it was private. Sounds sexy. uhhhh no. I was keeping it under wraps. But, anyway. I just told people to leave me alone. So, guys fall under tremendous pressure to be the MAN. So, made a card with some color paper and The unknown poet wrote a poem for my wife. AWWWWW. The chocolate factory is the bomb too. Anyway, I have figured it out. Boys, better make the mrs. happy on this day and all things will be good.
This one is for my homie A.K. It's never too late. HA HA
PS about the title, Valentimes (hillbilly pronounciation)
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