What is up, daddy gang?
It is your founding father, Alex Cooper, with call her daddy.
Daddy.
Daddy.
Daddy gang.
Welcome to another episode of call her Daddy.
It is Valentine's Day, you little fucking whores.
And I promise you, if you are ugly crying in your bed right now, sobbing snot is coming out, your dog is in the corner, terrified, wise mommy having a fucking mental breakdown because he didn't call and he didn't text.
And my situationship didn't ask me if he wanted to go out with me so that I could fuck him on v day, and I'm alone forever.
It's fine, okay?
It's completely fine.
I fucking hate.
I hate.
I despise this holiday because it's so fucking stupid.
I don't know what's dumber, New Year's or Valentine's Day.
You tell me.
I guess I would say Valentine's Day just because New Year's, you know, you get off of work for Valentine's Day.
You sit at your desk, you sob.
Your boyfriend either a, didn't get you what you wanted, b is a fucking fuck boy, or c, he got you everything you wanted, and you just fucking hate him.
And you realize you don't want to be with him.