As any gentleman understands, it's poor form to back out of a romantic encounter on Valentine's day, and possibly impossible when the door's locked.

My veined and wrinkled arms are rolling up their sleeves, and I'm getting the knives sharpened. the belt is blunt, as are my commands. I've a duty to let the world know that romance is a dangerous thing to slip into - as is a slip knot.

but slip not, nor make a slip of the tongue, for bestiality with octopusses is not my thing, I'd rather catch em in the fishnet, and consume them completely :-)and who is Nurse Ratched? a few clues for the clueless..

I'm cunning as a cut snake,
with eyeball like golfballs,
I'm a former Miss Macedonia
and came second in their weight lifting division,
I'm a butcher trained as a Nurse,
with particular expertise in lancing boils,
and the hair on my legs is longer than my armpit hair.
A little wobbly in some parts, but able to be firm with the weak.

A cute find for any lucky hopeful on Valentine's Day, if i say so myself...

N.R.