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Happy April 14th!

For some reason, someone really sad invented the so-called "steak and head" day on March 14th, one month after Valentine's Day February 14th.
This indeed reationary invention which demonstrates again, sadly, that the world of gender and sexuality is never going to change does, however, provoke brief challenge to all those lovers who "rack their brains" each Valentine's Day. Which authority claimed that chocolate, flowers and (heaven help us!) theatre tickets are a sign of love? A decent "tipping the velvet" anytime of the year should garantee our mutual affection. Put in layman's terms: lick it and we'll suck it.
Consider the following: If February 14th was chocolate and velvet day, March 14th is steak and head day, there is only one logical extrapolation to this development... April 14th is Wendy's and fisting day.
So, to all of you out there: Happy Wendy's and fisting day, y'all! 
(Copyright: Pia Marquise von O)
 

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