As I explained in an earlier thread, I have a Bishon Frise. His name is Versace and he's a cute little ****er. Great chick magnet. Anyway, Versace does his business in three neat little terds. He's very consistent. Since he is basically a house dog, I do have to clean up after him. Well I got liquored up the night before Valentine's Day and really thought about a lot of the **** this ***** put me through. Versace wanted to go out and as I was staggering to find my keys, I noticed the ring box that I was going to give her had we not broken up.
I let Versace do his thing and the thought came to me, why should I be the only one feeling like ****? Misery loves company, or so they say.
So, that's when I got the idea of replacing the ring with a terd.
The next day, Valentine's Day, I got dressed up and went to her gig. We talked for a few moments, gave her a kiss, and she kissed me back, and put my present in her hand.
I quickly headed for the elevator because I didn't know what she would do.
To make a long story short, she told me that it was a present she will never forget. My reply was I'm happy that it will always have a spot in your cold heart, *****.