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That annual occasion where the most unromantic species of being expect the other half to pour love on to them through the buying of useless presents, just so they can then gossip with their friends about how much the other half loves them.

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That annual occasion where the most unromantic species of being expect the other half to pour love on to them through the buying of useless presents, just so they can then gossip with their friends about how much the other half loves them.

 

How about a squirt of love juice instead.:smt054

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Commercial pile of tat as I have said before. I will get nothing and am giving nothing and that is absolutely fine with me.

 

Dead right Jill. We decided years ago that we weren't going to fall for the scam too.

 

When you get treated like a Valentine every day of the year then 14th Feb matters diddly squat ;)

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Dead right Jill. We decided years ago that we weren't going to fall for the scam too.

 

When you get treated like a Valentine every day of the year then 14th Feb matters diddly squat ;)

 

Exactly, romance should be every day of the year imo!

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What a crock of old **** it is.

 

I won't be told by some Americanised (is that a word?:p) ****e when to be romantic!

 

Here's a good idea:

 

Take your other half to some poxy restaurant, along with all the other sheep who feel they need to be in said restaurant, pay over the odds, get some scrawny ****er moving from table to table selling poxy roses and bingo you have a great night - Load of ********.

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What a crock of old **** it is.

 

I won't be told by some Americanised (is that a word?:p) ****e when to be romantic!

 

Here's a good idea:

 

Take your other half to some poxy restaurant, along with all the other sheep who feel they need to be in said restaurant, pay over the odds, get some scrawny ****er moving from table to table selling poxy roses and bingo you have a great night - Load of ********.

 

Sounds like you need some loving, wheels. Come round here, ill bend you over and take you to brown town. We'll have a great night, dinner, dancing, a cheap plastic rose.

 

Yeah, baby.

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I've spent 30 of the last 48 hours arguing with my other half. That's only about 68% of the time. Normally it's 80%. Who says romance is dead?

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