My girlfriend is beautiful. She is not creepy like some girls. She is not ugly like others. She is kind and generous but not physically precarious. She is attractive and happy, sometimes neurotic but at others simply erotic. This makes up for any neurosis she may harbour. Trouble is that she likes being taken out for dinner. Now don’t get me wrong, I like going for dinner too. My taste buds are incredibly sensitive, and I have found a lucrative lady but hey, a man needs to take his girl out for dinner and to the cinema for popcorn.
Dubai, Monte Carlo, helicopter rides, luxury cars, houses, necklaces, designer clothes, diamond rings, and all sorts of other luxuries. My girl is not materialistic; she just enjoys the finer things in life. To keep up with my girls demands, I thought it best to become a lottery winner so I checked at lottery winner to see if this was the week, it wasn’t. So we are going to the Wetherspoon’s for Christmas dinner. She isn’t happy. How could you love me, when I am rich and infamous, lets talk about the five year plan.