Rolling the topic back a page, because I ******** love Valentine's day.
Aside from the joke I made earlier about being a sleazeball and seducing vulnerable women, there's actually a totally legit reason I love the holiday. It's the one day out of the year I get to slap the s**t out of my 'nice guy' friends, rub their nose in all the piss and bullshit they've been spewing every other day of the year and sometimes, just sometimes it's effective.
Valentine's day is the day that the smegma in their brains reaches critical mass and I can crack their skull open in front of the mirror and show them exactly what the ******** is so wrong with them and why it's making them single. It's always this sense of ******** entitlement that they 'deserve' a partner and I always have to ask them "Well, what the ******** have you done to earn one?"
"I'm a nice person, I listen to their problems and take an interest in their hobbies!"
********, you have hit the bare ******** minimum requirements for being worthy of a relationship. Not being an a*****e isn't a good thing, it's just not a bad thing. You want a person to love you? Be a person worth loving. Be witty, be charming, be funny, have a nice job, have a future. Do ******** something to separate yourself from the crowd of otherwise identical ******** nice guys all competing with turgid wangs outstretched for the same hole. Personally, I earn my holes with my colorful vocabulary and endless supply of rage. [citation needed]
No, but seriously, the world doesn't owe you a ******** thing. A girl doesn't owe you a trip down her pants because you held the door open for her and listened to her talk. You want her? Take her, no. Earn her. Prove yourself worthy. Slay your rivals and skin their faces off their skull before adorning your genitals with their severed facade and gesturing to her with your hips.
Karma is also bullshit, but that's another vitriol and midday liquor fueled rant for later.