So, today's Valentine's Day, where couples make a token gesture to get an annual bonk.
But forget them smug loved up gits - I'm talking about yesterday today, and then tomorrow.
See The Day Before Yesterday should be tomorrow.
For Valentine's Day is a day when people get up to all sorts of naughty shennanigans, with much role play of a Dominatrixy nature and the employment of a cat o'nine tails to the buttocks, and much disciplinary action with the slapping of the posterior.
And what greeting was everyone announcing on Tuesday?
"Yay! It's Spank Ache Day!"
Excuse me - surely the spank ache comes after the battering of the bottom? How can you have spank ache two days before you get spanked? It should be the day after!
Ergo - Valentine's Day, engage in some Hanky Spanky in the evening, end up with a dino1, and the following morning, the pain has dulled to an ache.
And then it's Spank Ache day. AFTER Valentine's - not a couple of days before!
You'd think these religious types would know all about that, what with them gay defrocked chorister abusing clergymen that the Vatican covers up every week. You'd think these pervy priest, with their vests in congregations pantries, and congregations pants in their vestry, spanking would be rife. But in typical churchy cover-ups, they try and act all innocent by putting it a day or so before to allow time to repent before the posterial paddling with a plank.
Probably.
1 GETASAURUS...
...OH, DOES I HAVE TO SPELL EVERYTHING OUT?...
GETASAURUS? GET A SORE ARSE?
OH, PLEASE YERSELF!
