Ghost pimp! where were you in highschool? I really needed you and you werent there!!! When I look back, all I see is one set of footprints...in the words of Harvey Keitel: "Where were you?!???!??!! Where the fuck where you???:"
If you were around back then, you know there was very little difference between '73 and '74, so it was an honest mistake. (Okay, we did get rid of RMN in '74.) Otherwise, too damn much paisley, clogs and bad music...
I have a dilema. My girlfriend is saying I should do something for her to show her how much she means to me. I'd love to buy her flowers, but her 17 cats are allergic to them. It's bad enough she won't kick them off my bed, but to have deal with 17 sneezing cats is enough to make me pretty darn upset. I'd tell her so too, but she loves them so. Her best friend, Gunther, just shakes his head when he see's me then they leave to go shopping, or to the gym, or so many other activities; so I can't ask him for advice. What can I do Ghost Pimp, what can I do?
Why is it, when you've got a fine fine chick and are getting plenty of the pinky stinky on your winky, WHY do all the hot chicks within 20 miles all suddenly want to boink you? WHY?
They're not interested when you're single, available, desperate, lonely, living in your car (because your girl has chucked you out for being too damn soppy and wanting to "snuggle" when all she wants in bonin' morning noon and night, hot, naked, sweaty, kinky bonin'. With your bone and you cry yourself to sleep mumbling "PLEASE GAIL, PLEASE TAKE YOUR CUDDLE MONSTER BACK") and getting your jollys with the Kays catalogue, hooker cards in phoneboxes and babestation.
WHY IS THIS?
Help me Ghost Pimp, you're my only hope.
*Think I MAY have just answered my own stupid question*
11:29am / Jun 11, 2009