would you like a sledgehammer with your relationship status? i hear they're good at... getting things through, and destroying things that aren't true.
y'know, i feel like you need a pimp. i could be your pimp. seriously. not just a regular, "gimme my money bitch!" pimp, or a "git back on that corner ho!" pimp. no, you need like a Hitch type of pimp. someone who will introduce you to the opposite sex via romantic-comedy pastiches and other hijynx. almost like a match-maker. i mean, it worked for the jews like my grandma.
does any of this make sense? it's longer than your entire post.
Oh I definitely don't need that. My life definitely doesn't need that desperately. (And by definitely not, I mean it completely does)
I need a friend just to say, "HEY you idiot he's flirting with you...yeah see that? That's him smiiiling." OR "Dude wtf are you doing. He doesn't give a shit about you." Because normally my brain just flat lines. So in conclusion, yes, yes it makes sense. But you can only be my pimp if you wear a fur coat and a feather in your neon green hat.
hmm, we're gonna need to work on this dress-code you've got. no pimp-cane? c'mon! it's the most obvious part of a pimp's ensemble... besides the copious jewelry and prostitutes.
flat lines? as in you go vegetable and your friend ends up making excuses for you, chatting him up for you, getting the guy's number for you... and eventually even dating him for you?
oy vey. oy vey ismir gevalt shemayim, as my gram would say, which basically means:
Yup, pretty much everything except the making excuses for me part. But it's cool, as my dearest loves Simon and Garfunkel would say, "I'm just lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy."
would you like a sledgehammer with your relationship status? i hear they're good at... getting things through, and destroying things that aren't true.
RispondiEliminay'know, i feel like you need a pimp. i could be your pimp. seriously. not just a regular, "gimme my money bitch!" pimp, or a "git back on that corner ho!" pimp. no, you need like a Hitch type of pimp. someone who will introduce you to the opposite sex via romantic-comedy pastiches and other hijynx. almost like a match-maker. i mean, it worked for the jews like my grandma.
does any of this make sense? it's longer than your entire post.
Oh I definitely don't need that. My life definitely doesn't need that desperately. (And by definitely not, I mean it completely does)
RispondiEliminaI need a friend just to say, "HEY you idiot he's flirting with you...yeah see that? That's him smiiiling." OR "Dude wtf are you doing. He doesn't give a shit about you." Because normally my brain just flat lines. So in conclusion, yes, yes it makes sense. But you can only be my pimp if you wear a fur coat and a feather in your neon green hat.
hmm, we're gonna need to work on this dress-code you've got. no pimp-cane? c'mon! it's the most obvious part of a pimp's ensemble... besides the copious jewelry and prostitutes.
RispondiEliminaflat lines? as in you go vegetable and your friend ends up making excuses for you, chatting him up for you, getting the guy's number for you... and eventually even dating him for you?
oy vey. oy vey ismir gevalt shemayim, as my gram would say, which basically means:
well, fuck.
Yup, pretty much everything except the making excuses for me part. But it's cool, as my dearest loves Simon and Garfunkel would say, "I'm just lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy."
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