♫ Pinky and the Brain, Pinky and The Brain ♫
♫ One is a genius, the other’s insane ♫
♫ They’re laboratory mice, their genes are filled with spice ♫
♫ They’re dinky, they’re Pinky and The Brain, brain, brain, brain ♫
♫ Pinky and The Brain, Pinky and The Brain ♫
♫ Their midnight campaign is easy to explain ♫
♫ To prove their mousely worth, they have to rule the earth ♫
♫ They’re dinky, they’re Pinky and the Brain, brain, brain, brain ♫
♫ Te-re-re-re-ren, ten-ten ♫
Pinky: So, what shall we do tonight Brain? NARF!
Brain: Same thing we do every night Pinky: Try to take over the WORLD
**cue thunder and lightning, or lab-lights short-circuit blackout**
I love the animaniacs. Hellooooooo Nurse!
Also, there’s this bajaji driver in my hood who likes to hit on mboches. I saw him hitting on mine and wanted to smack him backwards. As soon as she ducked indoors, he was hitting on another mboch. And when I came back later he was hitting on a third mboch, and then a fourth.
His strategy is simple; he hits on them at the kiosk, and soon as one goes back to their workplace, he picks another one. So each of the girl thinks she’s the only one.
I just hope those girls are using Salama.
Another of the neighbourhood lotharios has been on my case, pleading for my name and asking to get to know me. I generally ignore him, poor lost boy. Yesterday I caught him skirt-handed with some local girl drawing maps and giggling. Poor lost girl.
Anyway. It’s Friday, smile. It could be much worse!
♫ Necessary Noize ♫ At the altar ♫