Ug bring you pretty rock. Ug bring meat. You cook meat and look at rock. We have squeaky squeaky time now. Happy Ug Day.
Not much has changed in reality since the days of Ug. In fact, I'm pretty sure there are Ugs still living in Greenwood and Martinsville, Indiana. The veneer of civilization hangs threadbare on this day of mating between homo sapiens, except in Islam town where the Mullah Grinch has banned red things.
http://www.cnn.com/...
Saudi Arabia has asked florists and gift shops to remove all red items until after Valentine's Day, calling the celebration of such a holiday a sin, local media reported Monday.
I have to wonder how they expect to take over the entire world, as George Bush and Sean Hannity think, when they are just such un-fun people. No beer, no females driving hot cars, and women walking around in big black tents... This would never go over in Ireland.
So, on this happy day (Mullah World not included) you make nice nice to her (or him) and maybe you'll have a few minutes of squeaky squeaky before sleep. Happy fraking Valentine's Day to all of you. Go mate with your choice of (hard or soft option insert here), person, place or favorite toy. Silly humans.
Oh, and don't forget to vote for your favorite tribal leader in the primaries!
http://www.associatedcontent.com/...
Happy Valentines Day
Let's say good bye,
Lets part as friends I'll tell you why
Another gent has found my heart
And this great guy is pretty smart.
He holds a job and makes real money.
He buys me gifts and calls me honey.
You sit home and play the Wii.
He compares me to Catherine McPhee.
You complain about lint on the floor.
He holds my hand and says je t'adore.
So adios, aud weidersehn and good bye,
I'm leaving, I'm gone now you know why.
Humbug!
-Dana
"Your primitive cultures suck." - The Borg