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That "Special" Day

Ah, Valentine's Day. You either love the day of love...or you, ah, don't. If you're single, well you're definately not gettin' any so get a card for mom and leave it at that. If you're half of a couple...way to go. Now's your chance to lay it on thick and get lucky, at least one day out of the year, guaranteed!

Lately, however, more and more people view Cupid's special day as a bunch of hooey (Oxford English Dictionary: nonesense), and about as commercial as Christmas and Easter. Here's a little pictorial tour of such un-Valentine sentimentality...



Well, be that as it may, I'm a romantic at heart. I think there's still hope!

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Unknown said…
These made me laugh right out loud! That is saying something. Really, great pictures.
13 February 2009 at 20:46
Anonymous said…
Oh Nonamed you and I are totally on the same page with this one! Hooey commercialism INDEED! (My fave pic was the first one! All were LOL worthy!)
14 February 2009 at 11:32
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, hooey! (love that word - wasn't he Louie and Dewey's brother?) Thanks for the comments ladies.
14 February 2009 at 12:22
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