Bimbos.
If I were to choose between love and bimbos. Then I choose bimbos. Hey… Bimbos make me happy. Bimbos make me feel alive. Bimbos make me want to pretend to be a better man. This whole thing with following love was just a fling. At the end of the day… my heart belongs to bimbos.
Oh, I’m not confused. You know who is confused? Bimbos. They’re easily confused. It’s one of the thousand little things I love about them. I love their vacant trusting stares, their sluggish unencumbered minds, their unresolved daddy issues. I love them and they love me. Bimbos have always been there for me through thick and thin. Mostly thin.
Ha! You completely stole this from NPH! I can’t comment on any of this because they’re not YOUR words. However, I don’t doubt that you share this opinion with “Barney”.