Get a slinky. There. Done. Simple!Okay, I know you already think I've got taffy for brains, but hang with me a sec, alright? I gave my slinky a name: Ralph. Why Ralph, you ask? Well, just look at him. Doesn't he look like a Ralph? He does to me and as long as I'm happy that is all that matters.
Ralph still doesn't obey commands. Um, that's not true; he can sit, stay, play dead, and roll over...with some help. Really, though, what Ralph needs is a pair of googley eyes and a felt tongue. You know, that really would help people warm up to him and it just might help me pick up women down at the park.
I might have to change which park I've been going to. The last lady that found Ralph and I a hot item turned out to be an undercover cop dressed as a gypsy hobo. Is there such a thing as a gypsy hobo? Well, that's what she looked like to me. Come to think of it, I don't think that was a cop at all. No wonder why that pat down was a bit peculiar. Why must I be so trusting?
Welcome all to my Sofa Cushion Childhood.
2 comments:
Diggin' your blog Mattholamew! Can't see your photo though, blocked by DSD. Maybe we can get your Ralph and my Sophie together sometime.
Cheers and can't wait for Morrissey!
Thanks Andrea! You are my first customer. Glad you are digging it.
Morrissey is tomorrow!
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