It gives me great pleasure to hear the sighs from lonely women on that blessed day. It's hard to describe the feeling I get. It kind of feels like hot fabric softener sheets all over me, fresh out of the dryer. When I see the sadness I automatically reflect back to the other 364 days where the arrogance is on a thousand. (woman voice) Oooh girl this guy tried to talk to me at the gas station. He was thirsty. Guess what I said to him, insert some embarrassing story for some anonymous guy. Now look at you, your duck ass is swimming alone in that pond aren't you. Tryna make ya kid ya valentine on facebook, my lil man is my valentine save that ish.You sound like an old church women trying to make Jesus ya boyfriend. You would think you would have learned your lesson, but your probably back to your old routine.
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