V-Day: Lots of chocolate.
D-Day: Lots of blood.
V-Day: Valentines left on my desk from “secret admirers” (i.e. students wanting extra credit).
D-Day: Secret and deadly attack on the western front.
V-Day: Thousands of high school kids roaming the halls, jacked up on hormones and refined sugar.
D-Day: Thousands of soldiers storming Normandy Beach, jacked up on hormones and the smell of death.
And the winner? V-Day! At least I don’t think about Tom Hank’s unimaginative and uninspired performance in “Saving Private Ryan” on Valentine’s Day. Oh, well, now I did. Damn. Whatever happened to “Night Shift-Tom Hanks”? You were so cute then, Tom…
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