Ah, Valentine’s Day, that most cloying of celebrations where people obsess about greeting cards, dead vegetation, and–the holiday’s one saving grace–chocolate. We’re big fans of the stuff (albeit not so much the bacon-infused versions), our enthusiasm nearly approaching that we have for beverages. So naturally the half-sloshed cads here at OO decided to take...
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