So today is Valentine’s Day. Named in honour of some guy named “Saint” who had a thing for anatomically incorrect hearts (probably because he wasn’t much of an artist).
He had a son named Q. Pid (not a very cool name, but that was his name none-the-less). He was only two years when his dad got the brilliant idea of plastering a set of fake wings onto Q’s back and giving him a mini bow and arrow. Probably not the greatest of ideas.
Q was only 2, and didn’t know better, so he started shooting people. He shot one young lady, and a chivalrous young gent went to her aid. Unfortunately, he got shot in the posterior end for his troubles. Despite the pain-in-his-butt, he managed to save the young lady’s life. This young couple ended up falling in love. To this day, it is said that Q. Pid’s arrow will cause you to fall in love…but love has nothing to do with arrows.
The moral of the story is “Don’t give weapons to young children.”
(Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day)