In the Middle Ages, the belief that birds chose their mates on St. Valentine's Day led to the idea that boys and girls would do the same.

well, that's just great. so if birds do it, we gotta do it, too. if, say, last week, i believed that a bird shit on my windshield, should that lead to me and my friends shitting on each other's windshields as well? how many shitty windshields is it going to take, my brothers, until we realize that we are not birds?

as long as we're on this topic, i'm not eating bread crusts off the ground or building my home out of twigs, mud, and old condom wrappers. i'm also not feeding my young by first chewing up their food for them and then regurgitating it straight down their throats. birds are fucked up, man.

happy valentine's day!