February 14, 08:00 AM
Love is in the air and I’ve got to find a way to bottle it because I’d make a killing.
Most years on Valentine’s Day, I like to dress up in a little diaper and walk around with a bow and arrow shooting at happy couples. I intentionally miss because I don’t want to go to jail or see anybody get hurt, but sometimes I’d just like to nail those nitwits in the forehead for rubbing their relationships in everybody’s faces. Other days, I ditch the bow and arrow but I stick with the diapers because it’s a lot easier than finding a water closet every time I have to go potty.
I want to know why St. Valentine got a holiday but St. Louis just got a crappy city.