Every year on Valentine's Day my neighbor's husband has been asking to borrow some bike chain lubricant, I know he uses it as lube to masturbate but I don't mind because everyone needs a little love on Valentine's Day.
This all changed 2 Valentine's days ago when he started asking for treadmill lubricant and I told him I don't have a treadmill but he insisted I give him treadmill lubricant, he held a machete to my throat and told me to drive to the nearest gym and break into the maintenance closet to get some of that sweet sweet treadmill lube. Well I refused and he killed me, I spent 4 days getting my head sewn back on by an army vet that happened to be at the gym so I was very thankful.
Since then, every Valentine's Day I squirt a little bit of treadmill lubricant on my neck scars in his honour.