My worst Valentine's Day ever? Well, I guess that would be the one where I went out with the fast driving, smooth talking Dick York, the date that ended with me being so horribly disfigured that I'd never be able to get another date again. Well here, it's a hard story to explain; just see for yourself:
If the thought of "teenicide" doesn't scare you straight, well, then, I just don't know what will, sister.


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