Red-blooded men everywhere truly hate this day, because it involves turning romance, love, and care, into a commercialised nightmare created specifically by a sinister global cartel of flower and greeting card companies, with a hefty assist from the French champagne industry.
(Champagne, by the way, is basically another marketing trick – it is just fizzy wine, which you can get pretty much anywhere, but because it comes from ONE specific region in France, of all places, you have to pay three times the price per bottle. Les bâtards…)
Anyway, those of us with the sense God gave a goose, will inevitably simply ignore the day, if at all possible. If that is NOT possible, then we will simply remind the lovely ladies in our lives of the necessity of reciprocity – to wit, on March 14, we celebrate:
And, honestly, given most of us can cook steaks a damned sight better than the average woman, one must honestly ask… what is the point of all this flim-flammery in the first place?
The answer, as far as I can tell, is to make a mockery of the actual Christian saint whose name adorns this utterly fake holiday.
Be that as it may, around here, we think the best way to celebrate Valentine’s Day, is to observe the many-splendored glories of the female form.
Which is to say – we get a look at the lovely lady of the week.
This week’s specimen is Ema Asllani, who is apparently Spanish, though that is a matter of some debate, and probably in her mid-twenties. We know little else about her, other than that she is an actual model, with an agency and everything. She also has a sister named Ira, who is, as one can see, just about every bit as attractive – and will almost certainly be featuring on these pages soon.
Happy Friday, boys. Give that little Cupid bastard what-for – preferably at the business end of an AA gun.
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