Post Valentine

Now Valentine has come and gone, the mop just never turned her on. I think, I'm going to, next year, give her a carton of cold beer. This way, it stands to reason, right (?) that even though I may be tight eventually, I'll pick the gift that will bestow a hearty lift upon the spirits and her heart. So, do you think it would be smart to get a blueprint overbore for my beloved four-by-four? Her mother, stupid broad (no Kraut) , keeps telling me that it's about the love that comes with every present, she thinks of me as one dull peasant. I disagree, of course, and loudly, I like that mop and carry proudly a carton of the finest beer in the car fridge for you my dear. And, after souping up the ute, transfoming it into a brute, I can deliver so much faster the lovely presents from your Master. And, incidentally, my sweet, your Dad is wearing on his feet the socks he got for Father's Day: Fluorescent green, a touch of gray. A present should be practical, and that requires tactical response and planning and a mind, both analytical and kind.