Hey everybody, what you're about to hear is the live show that we recorded in Portland, Oregon on Valentine's Day.

We hope you enjoy it.

You're listening to the microwave version of the Savage Lovecast, www.com.

If you're stuck in a relationship quandary, or if you're looking for sexual harmony,

while there's nothing you can't ask on the Savage Lovecast.

Well, another Valentine's Day has come, another Valentine's Day nearly gone,

and I did not get a giant stuffed bear.

Again, those bears, man, have you seen the commercials?

They seem to induce nearly spontaneous climaxes in every woman who receives one.

It makes you wonder what would happen if you gave one to a guy.

Awaken clitoral tissues he didn't know he had.

I didn't get flowers either and I didn't get chocolates, which is too bad because I like chocolates.

Bears and flowers, meh, but chocolate, I would like some, please.

But I'm not complaining.

I actually really don't give a flying fuck about Valentine's Day.

And I don't have to, not really.

One of the perks of being gay.

Straight guys, you have to give a shit about Valentine's Day. It's all on you. Men give the gifts. Women receive them. So we'll never

find out what happens to guys when you hand them one of those giant teddy bears on Valentine's Day

because you're never going to see a guy in one of those commercials being handed a giant fucking teddy teddy bear on Valentine's Day because you're never going to see a guy in one of those commercials

being handed a giant fucking teddy bear on Valentine's Day. You could say that as a gay dude,

I am immune to this Valentine's Day cupid racket. Cupid could be a hot, tall guy in leather shorts

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