Bernie didn’t love Valentine’s Day. Some blokes could really rock the red and pink look, but personally he didn’t think it was for him, and somehow chocolate didn’t taste nearly as good when it was shaped like hearts as it seemed to when it was shaped like Easter eggs or Halloween pumpkins. Still, he didn’t miss an opportunity to party, and he’d found himself stumbling in late to a ‘Single’s Awareness Throwdown’ on the evening of the fourteenth, ready to have a good time. A few drinks in and this whole day was even starting to seem fun, although his ability to rock at party games was going down with every drink he consumed. “Why... am I pinning this thing on a heart?” Bernie asked the closest person he could find, waving around the strange ‘tail’ in the air. “Wait, is it because hearts look like butts? And donkeys are asses?” he wondered aloud, a small smile spreading across his face. “Oh man, that’s gotta be it, I’m so flipping smart!”
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