Please accept this bundle of fragrant plants grown expressly to be killed while in their prime as a token of my love for you.
My wife keeps leaving magazines lying around with the jewelry ads circled. I got the hint. For Valentine's Day she’s getting a magazine rack.
Roses are red, violets are blue, daisies are white, sunflowers are yellow. This florist has everything.
If you can’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with someone you love, celebrate it with alcohol and pizza.
I just wanted to tell you, on this very special Valentine’s Day: I’m exceptionally thankful you lowered your standards enough to date me.
Wants to remind you that nothing says "I love you" more than somebody else's words mass produced on re-cycled paper.
I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentines Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.
