If you have a better valentine sentiment, then even try to beat me in the comments. Good luck, psycho.
I only made one cover to choose from.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
My Valentine Present to All of You
Stuck with no card, and your wife is tapping her feet with her arms crossed? Well, Joel has temporarily taken down our Bad Greeting Cards site for maintenance, so literally ones of people have been left with no card-giving ability. Don't worry. I've made some cards for you to print out and give to that special someone in your life.
If you have a better valentine sentiment, then even try to beat me in the comments. Good luck, psycho.
I only made one cover to choose from.
If you have a better valentine sentiment, then even try to beat me in the comments. Good luck, psycho.
I only made one cover to choose from.
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That roast you made was "delicious." Are you up for Arby's?
Ha!
A client said we should go to lunch and I said "McDonald's, or something swankier like Arbys?"
I'm "sorry" for all the things you think I said.
When you needed me to fix the cupboard door, I was making sure we had enough mustard in the fridge. I just finished that. What did you want me to do again?
At first I thought that chandelier was weird but you were right.
Can we just agree to disaggregate?
First, the good news: I love you.
The bad news...kids? A little help with this one? No. I see. Fine.
Remember Gingivitis, that guinea pig we had? We told you he died. That wasn't exactly the truth. He went to Beauty College.
I wish you were the best husband in the world.
My name's Paul browning in a lonely place
My name's Paul Browning in a lone-ly place
Dear Wife,
Everything with you seems like the first time. Although that's probably due to my poor memory and listening ability.
Girl, I can't wait to see you tonight. I'm gonna put on some sexy music and light some candles. (I'll make sure they're the scented kind, because I had Del Taco for lunch.)
All the little kids get along with Jim, get along with Jim....chicken in my pocket
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