My Dead Boyfriend Page #8
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- 2016
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Ah...
And he just stopped.
I didn't know what to do.
Primo.
Ooh, sh*t.
I thought
he would look more real
if it was in front of the TV,
but nothing looked real,
so then I figured
if I added some music to that,
it would look like some crazy,
over-stimulated heart attack.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted to tell you.
I know you did.
in my life. I never knew you
I forgot about you today.
I forgot the man I've been
having dinner with for a year...
Mary.
Who I was about
to break up with...
Mary.
Is actually my father.
I was just... I was...
I forgot. That's the day
I've been having.
You have to listen to me.
I don't want to.
I wasn't ready.
I was... not ready,
for your mother or... you.
I was 18 when she got pregnant
and I-I guess I was just...
Gutless?
Well, I was gonna say
very young, but...
Hey.
Uh...
do you wanna come in?
Why didn't you tell me?
You have really nice taste.
Thank you.
Why didn't you tell me
about Zoe?
I didn't know.
Not until after I saw her
with you last night,
and then...
after that, I just...
I didn't wanna be
the guy that...
told you that your best friend
slept with your boyfriend.
It just d-didn't seem
like a great way to start.
Howard?
Yeah?
I'm having
a really f***ed-up day.
Oh, okay. Um...
do you not want me to...
Mm...
Try
Just try me one time
Mm...
If your love
should leave you
And you're all alone
Don't worry, don't worry
Just pick up the phone
I promise that
I'll be there
Whenever you wish
to call...
For any of you
who wanna try this at home,
let this be a warning.
If your father leaves you
when you're a year old,
and then comes back as an
imposter for almost a year,
and you just happen
to have the remains
of your cheating
boyfriend available
to crack your newfound
parent's skull,
although you would think there's
a mountain of just cause,
they nevertheless will still
arrest you for assault.
The good news is,
hookers not only dish out
surprisingly helpful
relationship advice,
but they also reward you
with a standing ovation
if you're bailed out
by a cute male friend.
The bad news is, you may become
one of those freaky
New York celebrities.
I will hold you
so close to me
I'll love you so tenderly
Just try,
please try me one time
Hi.
Hi.
Here's my short story.
It's about Primo.
Oh, great!
Two hundred pages.
Yes, it is.
Uh, you wanna come inside?
I have to go. Maybe later.
Okay.
It's remarkable
how an incredibly
brilliant, sexy, alive man
could be standing in front
of you for so long
and you just don't know it.
And even more remarkable
is how particularly unflirtable
a person can all
of a sudden appear
when they turn out
to be your father.
I know.
Mom threw away
all the pictures of you.
I always sent you money.
Did your mother tell you that?
Can you blame her?
No.
Are you gonna press charges?
Ow.
Maybe.
When my mother got wind
of all the events of that day,
and who Joey Lucas
turned out to be,
"How did he look?"
I told her that,
like the rest of us,
he looked a lot better
before Primo got a hold of him.
Nevertheless,
I insisted that the father
formerly known as Joey Lucas
up the ante
to even nicer restaurants
at least once a week.
Howard and I, along
with the rest of the world,
heroically survived Y2K.
And now, together,
we are ready to face
a simpler, new millennium...
despite the fact
that I've begun to smell
like a Golden Retriever.
Sadly, I didn't end up winning
the Scholastic writing contest,
and, more importantly,
the five grand.
But I did finally
figure out a way
to get Howard to move on
to a new song.
And my newfound
New York Post celebrity status
landed me a variety
of writing jobs.
Eventually my Primo story
ended up in the New York Times.
And after much debate
and about 300 voicemails
from the apartment-searching
creeps
who obviously love
a good tabloid story,
I finally acquired
a new roommate.
Actually, two.
Sue had read about me
in the Post
and called immediately
with the sentence:
No wonder
you're so f***ed up.
Mmm.
Hello, hello. Alright, mwah.
See you in a bit.
How we doin', guy?
Good.
Good.
You two gonna be okay?
What, we gonna be okay?
Yes.
Yes, we're gonna be just fine.
We are Beautiful Cock!
You're the one
most likely to succeed
Just be sure
to keep your head
'Cause girl you know
that's all you need
Everyone around you
adores you
Don't give up the world
is waitin' for you
Love is all around,
no need to waste it
You can have the town,
why don't you take it
You're gonna
make it after all
You're gonna
make it after all
And as for Primo,
it took us exactly 4 months,
12 days and about 500 beers,
but we knew
it was bound to happen.
Like the 20th century
now officially behind us,
things just
couldn't last forever.
And on one fateful night,
following hours and hours
of senseless conversation,
Primo's name...
just never came up.
You can have the town,
why don't you take it
You're gonna
make it after all
You're gonna
make it after all
You're gonna
make it after all
I... I've got a story
I'd like to tell
It's in pieces
for right now
But it'll come
together soon
If you want a new one faxed
I've been in love with you
for quite some time
Stands still for me
I'm constantly amazed,
I'm amazed
That I get to be with you
Oh I get to be
with you all alone
I... I've got a story
I'd like to tell
It's in pieces
for right now
But it'll come
together soon
If you want a new one faxed
If you want
a new one faxed
Yeah a new one faxed
Oh a new one faxed
Ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
I feel so lonely
standing here
No one to root for
and plum out of cheers
The bleachers are empty,
nobody here to tempt me
is a good massage
Or a piggyback ride
or a nice hot bath
There's no cure for extinction
no one to pay attention
No gossip no invention
Oh. Oh.
Oh, but you're here for me,
aren't you, boys?
Ha!
Hey.
I tied a rope to my waist
and around this town
Rounded the earth
A letter of living
I recognized my writing
Bunny rabbits teddy bears
martinis and a funny noise
I wanna cuddle with Bonnie
and all those boys
Lightning rod tie-up
in a rainstorm
And honk
my little bike horn
Ho!
Ha.
I love to go shopping
for days on end
For decor liquor
and patent pen
The walk I've developed
while toting an umbrella
A very little fella
Rubber ducky don't talk back
I'll drown you out
Immerse you in bubbles
to play with my pee-pee
Like my poodle Viti
Oh.
Give me horseback rides
and you can feed me hay
dance all day
Burn the spaghetti
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