The Chucksphere

This “holiday” is travesty and worthy of ridicule. All it does is remind certain among us that we’re going to die alone by giving all couples throughout the country carte blanche to be That Couple. You all know a That Couple, so you would know how much of a pain in the ass you’re all being if you weren’t stuck at the center of some romantic-holiday-induced black hole and are constitutionally incabable of seeing past the annoying-as-fuck-event-horizon.

By this point in my life I’ve pretty much given up on trying to find companionship. I got my hopes up quite recently, and poked my head out of my shell, but got knocked right back in there. Fuck You, world.

To celebrate, please enjoy these Joe Jackson songs.