Is the salad there for those without a Valentine who might be forced to celebrate Palm Sunday instead?

The staff are singing Gilbert & sullivan as they push the doily cart....

Gnu, being Sunday, I'll settle for The Revised Standard Virgin (or Good News For Modern Man, for that matter!) The more she's revised her standards, the better, I guess, but in the end, someone to wake up to, rather than merely sleep with. But not being able to indulge in booze or chocolate myself, reducing all that to a spectator sport (meaning I can dish it out, but I can't take it), I'll have to rely on my looks, personality and charisma. Oh well....

Waitress, I'll have breaded hearts of whatever Mmario's cooking and bring them to the patio, so I can say I ate them out. A side order of ought-to-choke hearts, please, and I'll wash it all down with a diet Moxie. Still taking the DeMilo thing back at the Horse-spittle pretty hard, I guess...

As I said when I was finishing the last episode, for now, in the continuing soap opera of General Horse-spittle, after an interlewd with a quite satisfied looking Nurse Ratched, I hope he counted all his tentacles when he left. And give poor Squiddy a break, I imagine, after yesterday, he's probably been hurt enough already
but we may not have seen the last of a very satisfied looking, for whatever reason, Nurse Ratched. Better let the alligator (in his "Love Is A Croc" t-shirt) guard the rabbit hole enterance.....