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So I’ve been in Singapore for over a week and been hanging around with the Nuffnang team in Singapore and I kinda feel a little left out sometimes.

You know? Because everyone here seems to watch Singapore TV and I don’t.For example, on the way to lunch today Ming was talking to Cherie, one of our ad sales execs in Singapore about some real-life CSI documentary produced and aired in Singapore.

Apparently the story goes that there was this group of house burglars that would go robbing house after house and they stupidly got caught in the end because one of the burglars in the group would always go straight to the fridge when he breaks into a house and grab himself a Yakult to drink.Now here’s the funny part, all of them were careful not to leave any fingerprints.

So they all wore gloves but the idiot who loves Yakult always finished his Yakult and then left it in the house.

If you watch enough CSI then you probably know what happened next.Singapore’s CSI or dare I call it CSI: Singapore collected all the Yakult bottles from all 3 houses they robbed, collected the DNA and found out who one of the burglars was.

Can I just say this….

WHAT A FLIPPING IDIOT!!!

First you break into a damn house… and the first thing you look for is not the SAFE where the money and jewelery are probably kept but you look for the FRIDGE for where the Yakult is!!!Then he drinks the Yakult and leaves the bottle there?

WTF?!?!? Why doesn’t he leave his business card there as well while he’s at it?

And don’t ask me how every house he robbed seemed to have Yakult.

For all you know this guy staked out the house before he robbed them to make sure they brought home Yakult whenever they came home from Cold Storage.
As I was expressing myself on what an idiot this guy must’ve been, Ming took a look at me and said
“Nah!!! This guy lar!!! Sure go for Yakult if he were to break into a house”.

Niaamaa…. just because I live on Yakult doesn’t mean I’m gonna be soooo stupid.

Dammit if I’m gonna do that I might as well bring a polaroid camera there and take some pictures of myself robbing the damn place only to leave it there for the cops to find.
Then I’ll attach a Post-It note to the Polaroid pictures that says
“Hello Police, TIMOTHY TIAH WAS HERE.. BWAHAHAHAHAA… oh and uh when I mean Timothy Tiah I mean Timothy Tiah who lives in 38 Jalan Puting, 50030 PJ.

It’s the blue house with the white gate. If you hit the McDs at the end of the road then you’ve gone too far. U-Turn and go a few houses back and you’ll see my house on the left. Any problem finding the place call me at 016-693 2811 ok? Tenkiu ar!”

A couple of weeks ago I was at my favourite MPH at 1-U to pick out another book.

I read a lot, and reading is something I really really enjoy doing. Heck if I were to retire one day or take a year off for holidays, I would go to some nice tropical island, sip ice lemon tea and read some very good books.

The books I read these days are mostly about businesses or entrepreneurs that have made it. Everything from the Google Story, to Philip Green’s success with BHS, Topman and Dorothy Perkins to Richard Branson’s Virgin.

Don’t get me wrong though… I don’t read these books because I feel I have to. I read them because as an entrepreneur, in many ways I draw inspiration from them to face the adversities we all go through in life.

I love reading novels too, I used to read every other John Grisham book I could find but after a while I had this thinking that hey… entertainment-wise, I get a little more satisfaction or enjoyment by watching a movie than I do reading.

So if I were to read something, I’d wanna read something that could help me learn things I won’t learn from watching TV.

Picking a great book though is really hard.

Heck go to MPH and look at the business corner and you’ll find books with titles
“Retire Rich” or “How To Be A Millionaire“…. heck I NEVER touch these books, at least not since the first time I browsed through a couple of them out of curiosity.Why?These books or the authors who write them are what I like to call “The Master of the Obvious“.

It’s like you go to some leadership course or some entrepreneur course teaching you to start your own business and you hear tips like:

“You Have To Work Hard To Succeed”At the end of the courses you think to yourself..
“Wait a minute… wtf?!?! Don’t I already know that? and I paid RM100 for him to tell me that??“

And it’s true… YOU DO ALREADY KNOW THAT!!!

Who the hell doesn’t know that you have to work hard to succeed in life??? They teach us that since we started learning to spell the F word in school.

Or here’s the other favourite that these courses or books love to tell you
“A Successful Entrepreneur Must Be Determined”.
Who the flying f*ck doesn’t know that?

My mind turns off when I hear “Obvious” statements like this, hence the term “Master of the Obvious”.

Hell if I heard someone say
“TO BE RICH AND SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE.. YOU MUST BE LAZY”.

I will be all ears dammit… trying to learn how I can be lazy and yet be rich!

Then there are books that go along the lines of
“INTERNET SECRETS UNLOCKED… BE A MILLIONAIRE IN YOUR PAJAMAS”.

All I gotta say to that is… What the hell have we all been doing working so hard if we could earn all that money in our pajamas at home with our smelly bolsters by our side.I remember buying a book called The Perfect Pitch or something trying to learn a thing or two about giving a good pitch or presentation…. and the points they had in the book were

“Always Prepare Before Your Presentation”

Uhmm.. yeah this is new to me.. I never knew we were supposed to prepare ourselves before any presentation. I bet everyone else didn’t know this either? Right guys?

“Look Your Audience In The Eye When You Present”

WTF?!?!? WHERE ELSE WOULD I NORMALLY LOOK WHEN I PRESENT?? AT THEIR BALLS!?!? OR AT MY BALLS?!?!

Anyyyywaayyyy… what kind of books do I read?I prefer to read real life success stories of really successful people and draw my own lessons from these stories I read and from the mistakes they made.

Like this book I just read called “Winner Takes All” which tells you how all the major casinos in Las Vegas actually came about…. about all the success and failures and the failures that subsequently led to successes.Casinos like the Bellagio, Mirage, Venetian etc etc and the wonderful people who put all these things together.
Two weeks ago I went to MPH looking for another book to read.

And I went home with a book about Second Life.
Why?

Because I have read so much about it, heard a few friends (just a few) play it… and tried it myself but thought it sucked so I thought I’d pick up the book and try to learn what that game really is all about. I mean it has to be good for something or it can’t be getting this much hype!

Curiosity is the root of all knowledge and books are the tools that we use to feed that root.

Dammit can anyone tell me what’s so fantastic about Second Life?

Hello Everyone!

Yes according to the Doc I’m not supposed to be online now but he did give me a quote of minimal computer usage each day which allows me to update my blog regularly again.

I used most of the quota earlier today when I checked the hundreds of work e-mails I got for being away in the past two days but I decided that hey I should write one last entry first before I go

Let me tell you about my surgery but unfortunately I can only do so in words because I didn’t get to take any pictures of myself getting my eye lasered.

Yes.. I AM ASHAMED… A TRUE BLOGGER WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO CAPTURE THE MOMENT.

A TRUE BLOGGER would have said
“Excuse me nurse, when the Doctor is zapping my eye with the laser, could you please help me take a picture… it’s for my blog”.

But alas.. I didn’t…

Now here’s what surgery was like for me.

First, they brought me into a very very sterile looking room lit by white fluorescent light. Then they got me to change into a surgery gown that looked like this… yes… hat included.

I changed, looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but giggle.

The nurse ignored me, almost as if she was thinking to herself
“I’d like to see you giggle in about 10 minutes when we start the surgery”.

After I got dressed, the nurse put many anesthetic eye-drops to numb my eyes so I don’t feel them scrape off my cornea later on.

Then it was time to go into the operating theater.

Inside, there was the doctor waiting there with two other nurses and a table for me to lie on.

Directly above the table was a HUGE machine which was what must’ve been the laser.

I lay down and the doctor told me to look at a red blinking light while he operated at me.

Then he started the surgery.

First he took some metal blade to slowly scrape off my old ‘unhealthy’ cornea that kept falling off resulting in my recurrent corneal erosion.

That took him about 5 minutes.

Then he shot me 4 times with the laser…. and the operation was done. In something like 10 minutes.

Throughout the whole operation though, I was squeezing my eyes at the discomfort and the doctor kept telling me to relax but hey.. it’s reflex if anything. I didn’t know how to NOT squeeze my eye when someone is scraping off my cornea.

Anyway here’s the really scary thing. Each time after I got lasered, I could smell a burn smell… which I think was cornea being fried.

That’s right.. BBQ Cornea.

But overall it’s okay.
I’ve been down and in pain for the past two days with my eye patched up but have fast been recovering with a full recovery expected within another week. At least now I can watch some TV and spend some time online.

I even went grocery shopping today with my eye patch. My mum told me to wear my sunglasses or something so I might look better but I wasn’t in the mood to look vain. Hey if I look like shit I look like shit.

I was feeling so bored the past couple of days just lying in bed you know I actually counted up to 841 sheep before I fell asleep.
841… NO JOKE.. that is a record for me.

Okay my next entry is not going to be about my cornea surgery anymore. I think that’s done and past with (unless I have it again which I hope not).

Thanks to all of you for your kind e-mails and SMS and comments.

I’m terribly Sorry that I haven’t been able to reply them all at the time. I could barely open my eyes.

I can’t wait to get back to normal life.

Some people say that a blog is an unconventional way of expressing yourself.

I am going to use my blog now as a way of expressing myself today…

Here goess….

ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM IN PAINN!!!!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCC
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahh I feel so much better now.

Will write more when I have fully recovered and am not so drugged up on painkillers.

Bye everyone!

The Doctors here have imposed a ban or more like a restriction of the amount of time I am allowed to spend in front of the computer until the treatment of my recurrent corneal erosion is complete so I won’t have time to put in all the pictures I took in between my entries like I normally do for the next few days ok guys?

Now this morning at 8am I was at the hospital here in Singapore. I went through a slightly disturbing experience.

The doctor was doing a follow up and checking up on my eye to see if it’s getting better when she noticed that some ‘skin’ from my cornea was coming off.

As in there was a flap of skin coming down because my cornea didn’t heal too well from my previous erosion. Guess what she did… she said it’s totally fine and it’ll just come off by itself and problem solved.

WRONG!!!!

SHE GOT A NURSE TO HOLD MY EYE OPEN, TOOK A PAIR OF SHARP METAL TWEEZERS AND REACHED INTO MY EYE TO PULL OUT THAT PIECE OF CORNEA THAT WAS FLAPPING.

AND THE WHOLE TIME I HAD TO LOOK THAT METAL TWEEZER IN THE EYE!

I shrieked in pain and said
“OWW DOCC!!! DID YOU PUT ANESTHETIC ?!?!”

And the Doc said
“Yes I did… ok put some more.”

In the end, and after 3 days of seeing 3 different doctors here in Singapore, the final Doc gave me two choices of treatment:

1) One a contact lens bandage that might work or
2) Go for the laser surgery that will significantly hurt a lot more but have a higher probability of curing it.

I decided to go for the laser so tomorrow morning I’m going to the hospital for surgery. As a result of that I may not be in the best position to update my blog again tomorrow right after surgery but I’ll do it asap anyway.

*Sigh*

The one thing I have to say is… Thank God that we have such a capable team at Nuffnang that can run the show for a week without me being around… otherwise we’re so screwed!!!

Looks like I’m gonna be in Singapore for another week.

My dear readers, I will miss you all.. will be back soon.

I miss my lump too.

Ok so I’m down in Singapore again for work and also to see my eye specialist about my recurring corneal erosion.

I went to see the good doctor today after just experiencing another corneal erosion attack.

Here’s my vague recollection of the conversation we had.

Doc: Okay so it seems that this is happening a least once a month for you huh. Very disruptive of your usual life huh.

Me: Yep. So how ar?

Doc: Well we’re gonna try to do without the laser surgery first and hope it heals itself and doesn’t happen again but if I were to guess, I think you might not have a chance but to go fo the laser surgery.

Me: Ohh.. cool.. how does that work? They shine some kind of light into my eye or something right… or something like lasik?

Doc: Uhmm.. noo.. nothing like lasik. Well what we’re gonna do is use the laser to burn off your entire cornea.

Once its all off, then you won’t be able to see for 5-7 days. The surgery is going to take 5-10 minutes, really quick but it’s just the healing that is going to hurt a lot. Imagine burning a medium-sized hole through your skin and waiting for it to heal. Now imagine that the skin is actually your eye.

Me: Great… sounds like fun. So after I go through this that’s it? I’ll never have this problem again?

Doc: Well not quite, this surgery has only a 70% chance of curing you. 30% chance that it might do nothing the first time round and you might have to do it all over again.

Me: What??? Okay so what happens if I still don’t get it right the second time round.

Doc: Well then you do it again.

Me: And if that still doesn’t help?

Doc: Well if you keep doing it, Sooner or later you’ll get it right.

Me: Wow Doc! That’s a GREAT PLAN! Anything else in the procedure that could make it any more painful? You know like shoving a durian up my ass during surgery or something.

Doc: You think you’re funny don’t you?

Me: Okay okay fine fine.. zap me with the laser.

Lets face it, I don’t know crap about modeling or modeling pictures so here’s what I’m gonna do.
I’m gonna have a very different comment like on Malaysian Dreamgirl. I’m gonna say… if I knew all the remaining 6 Malaysian Dreamgirls, what I would like each of them to be.

Ok lets start with…

Jay

Now if I ever were to pick a friend out of the lot, I would pick Jay. Why? Watch the entire season from start to end.. you will never.. and I mean NEVAH see Jay talk bad about ANY of the girls behind their backs. NEVER.

I bet the crew has set some booby traps for her giving her the chance to say something about each of them but NOOOOoooo.. she jumped through all the hoops and managed to NOT say anything bad about ANY of the girls (although in the recent episode she did say that Nadia was annoying).
Heck I have half a mind of asking someone in the crew to plug a dude into the show who’ll pick a fight with Jay.. like throw a Tomato at her or something to spark a reaction.

Something tell me though that she’s going to be sooo nice she’s just going to say
“Ooops sorry about that. I shouldn’t have gotten into the tomato’s way”.

Nadia

Now if I were to ever hire a girl for a tough job, that would be Nadia. Bloody hell she seems determined as hell to win MDG.
Heck if you threw a tomato at her she’ll probably catch it in mid air and toss it back at you and say
“OI! WTF?!?! LETS TAKE THIS OUTSIDE NOW… YOU AND ME BITCH!!!… I SAID NOW!!!”

Hanis

Contrary to what many people feel, I actually like the way Hanis talks Malay. I understand her… but I’ll never be able to talk like her and having met her in the house, she’s actually a pretty fun person.

So Hanis would be someone I’d bring into a group of friends who are dull and need someone fun in the house.
AHAHAHHAHAH I mean.. watch Episode 11 Part 4 when Fiqa was talking into the camera and the camera moved away to Hanis and Ringo. Fiqa then shouted “FOCUS ON ME!!!”

And Hanis teased her later on.. HAHA DAMN fahney the way Hanis said “eeeee… focus on me…”

Adeline

Adeline just has her appeal from some guys. Seriously. If I knew Adeline, I’ll bring her to introduce her to someone I know who is crazy over her.

Throw a tomato at Adeline and she’ll probably say
“HUH?? MEH AR?”

Ringo

Ringo is someone you want to have around when you’re looking for someone bubbly and will smile at you no matter what. She’ll smile at anyone or anything!

And heck if you were a guy and a pretty girl like her smiled at you, that would make you cocky as hell I’d imagine.If you threw a tomato at Ringo she’ll probably just giggle
“KEKEKEKEKE”

Cindy

This woman is DA BOMB!

If I ever had a reality-TV show… I would beg her to be in it.

She’s just fantastic and like it or not, she’s really good at creating drama partly because she’s just not afraid to speak her mind.

I must say that she really got butchered in one of the earlier episodes which kinda invoked a lot of hate for her but I think she made a decent come back.

Heck she was no longer in the Bottom 3 for the last elimination round.
If you threw a tomato at her she’ll probably say
“Oh it’s okay don’t worry about it”.

But when she talks to her father on the phone later on she’ll probably say
“THE STUPID BOY JUST NOW THREW A TOMATO AT ME!!! CRAZY WAN!”

And lastly

Lastly, I don’t know about everyone else but I feel that the quality of MDG’s latest episodes have DRASTICALLY IMPROVED.

Really really great effort by the team at Capxion Media in taking in everyone’s feedback.
I actually find myself really addicted to the series now.

Well done guys! I knew you guys could always do it.

PS: I can’t believe Nadia was in the Bottom 3 in the latest elimination round. Looks like Hanis and Ringo remain the strongest so far.

This is a conversation I had with a friend not long ago.

Me: WOOOHOOOO !!! Got a great concert coming up. I can’t wait to go for it!

Friend: YEAH!!! TIESTO ROCKS!!!

Me: No no.. not Tiesto. Celine Dion.

Friend: WTF?!?!? GAYBOY!!!

Note to self: It is not “cool” or “hip” to like Celine Dion.

But I lup her anyway… WOOHOO… going for her concert now.. bye guys!

On a rainy Saturday afternoon last weekend, I made my way to a quiet house in PJ which housed homeless kids under the Shelter Organization.How I ended up there that afternoon is a whole other story.

One of my friends gave me a call one day and met up to tell me all about the Shelter Organization and the work they were doing. He wanted to see if we could use blogs as a medium to help spread the word about what Shelter really is about and I was open to the idea.

So I paid a visit to the Shelter home to meet one of the people behind Shelter. His name is James Nagayam.In the afternoon that I was there, James shared with me many things that were alien to me until I set foot in that home.

Lots of people think that Shelter homes are for kids that have lost their parents at a young age. While that is true… that is only half the story. Many of the kids that need help today are migrants who are unable to study or work in this country, kids who have no birth certificates meaning they technically don’t exist and aren’t allowed to live a normal life and most importantly abused and sexually abused children.

I’m going to start with the migrant population.

Migrant Population

The registered migrant population in Malaysia currently is at 2.6 million. Now there are NO refugee camps in Malaysia, that means refugees in Malaysia are scattered all over the country with most of them in Klang Valley sharing spaces in groups of up to 20 people near construction sites or low cost apartments. Now here’s the question…. what’s gonna happen to these people if they can’t go to school or work. Sooner or later… the only other means of finding a living is… through crime right?

Abused and Sexually Abused Children

Many children are not as lucky as many of us when we were growing up. Sure my Dad beat the hell out of me when I was growing up as a kid, but after he knew he had taught me my lesson he would come back and give me all the compassion I needed as a kid.

These parents who beat their children beat them till kingdom come and leave them on their own to lick their wounds.

That doesn’t even bring up the sexually abused children problem!

James told me that when you talk to any of the sexually abused children who were 3-5 years old and show them a doll asking them where their father had touched them, they would point at the right places.
Kids in Prison

Then there are the kids in our prison.

Currently there are about 2,700 young prisoners in prison all over Malaysia, about 700 of them along are in Kajang Prison.

In Malaysia, a child can go to prison as long as he’s 10 years old.

10 YEARS OLD!!! How could they have known any better!!

Missing Girls

About 8 girls go missing a day. That means 240 a month and 2,880 a year! Now 2,880 is the student population of my entire secondary school.

Where do all these girls go? Many to child prostitution rings. How sick is that!

While many of us grow up with ice-cream, toys and barbie dolls for the girls, these girls grow up in brothels.

Heck I met one child there who was left at the home by his parents because his parents owed Ah Long’s a great deal of money and wanted to give him protection.

Another child had lost both his parents at a very young age and now only relies on the volunteers at Shelter for compassion and love.

The people at Shelter have taken in all these unfortunate kids and done their very well in putting them in comfortable homes.

These are kids that have as much promise as all of us had when we were their age.

Kids that are smart and creative. Just look at what they did here.

They built a house with just plastic forks, combs and sponges.

And just like me when I was young, they had little comic stickers all over their cupboards.
and enjoyed putting on bunny ears on their elders when they were having pictures taken.

When I hear all these stories.

I want to be able to help and sure I don’t have millions now to donate so I’m gonna do whatever I can with the readership my thousands of readers have blessed me with and shed some light on these issues.

In this entry, I am hoping to educate, not solicit eventhough Shelter’s funds are audited. If any of you want to help out whether in terms of monetary means or volunteer work you can pay a visit to Shelter’s website here.
For the rest of you, just think about these issues over this weekend. Issues that we can’t ignore because it’s happening in our own backyard.

And issues that one day will affect our way of life.

I was talking to one of my friends a week ago.

He is in the midst of chasing the girl of his dreams and doing all sorts of really sweet things for her and he was extremely nice, did everything for her… would even drive to her home and pick up her mobile phone and drop it off at her office when she forgot to bring it to work one day.

That’s from SS2 all the way to the Petronas Twin Towers ok?

One day out of the blue I told him
“Hey I know it’s hard when you’re so into the girl, but careful to not be too nice to her ok? She might take you for granted”.

The genius went back to tell the girl that “Timothy Tiah said that I should not be too nice to you but you see I am still nice to you” (the sausageless sonofabitch used my name to score brownie points with this girl he’s chasing).

Someone needs to get him one of these.
No wait.. he doesn’t deserve such a long one.

Get him one of these short ones.
The girl then rang me up and gave me a damn scolding and she’s not talking to me ever again. FARKING HELL DUDE.. YOU DON’T SELL OUT A BROTHER LIKE THAT!

I didn’t mean to mess things up for her but I have learned albeit the easy way that nice guys DO finish last.

Take for example a friend of mine named Charlie.

Charlie comes from a really really wealthy background. The wealth he inherited made sure that he and his children will never need to work a day in his life. To add to that, Charlie is an extremely humble and nice guy.

He drives a damn Mercedes SL55 all around KL and pretty much lives the life of a socialite. He doesn’t work much, though he does say he’s involved in some ‘side business’. Anyway, Charlie has everything going for him… except the love life part.

Maybe his physical looks affect that and I don’t know how to say this but to be as polite as possible I’m going to say that he ain’t exactly Dr. McDreamy.
He’s also really really nice to girls. Nice as in he would do anything for them.

Spend all his time and money on any of them that would give him enough attention.

Problem is that because he’s so nice, pretty girls hang out with him all the time and while he doesn’t always admit it, more often that not, he’s with them because he wants to be more than friends.

And when I say more than friends, I mean like this.
Now it has been pretty unfair for Charlie.

Every time he brings a new pretty girl out with his friends… the girl, whoever she is sooner or later falls for one of his friends and gets attached. When the girl gets attached, she disappears and Charlie is left to find another girl.

There was one girl that Charlie really liked that really took him for a ride.

Let’s call her Vivian.

I met Vivian for the first time about 6 months ago at DELIcious in Bangsar Village.

It was a joke!

When I saw them in the distance walking towards me, Charlie was walking in front, carrying a hell load of shopping bags like this
and a few steps behind him was Vivian walking slowly as if the world was watching.

Naturally the first thing I said to Charlie was
“WAH!! WHAT THE HELL YOU BUY?!? SO MANY THINGS!”

And his reply to me was
“No lah.. not mine.. I bought for Vivian”.

So there was Charlie, carrying more bags than his two hands could carry and Vivian just strolling around not even lifting anything but her LV bag.

After dinner I had a chat with Charlie on MSN. I said “DUDE…. Why are you acting like the girl’s butler? I know you like her but seriously… you ain’t gonna get to do anything more than carry her bags if you act like you ain’t got no balls strapped on”.

Charlie didn’t say much. He just went “okay… okay”.

3 months after that (or 3 months ago), I learned that Vivian found someone else leaving Charlie alone. Charlie had not only been bringing her shopping, driving her around KL in his sports car like a chauffer but even taking her to all the expensive restaurants to eat expensive stuff like abalone

but in the end, he got nothing out of it. Yes nothing… no hug, no kiss, no holding hands, no handjob, no…. nothing.

This revelation made me think of another friend I have who is quite a player. Lets call him Jake.

One day I was hanging out with him at his place, doing nothing but talking cock like guys sometimes do. Suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up, looked at the number and showed it to me while shaking his phone from left to write with his thumb and his index finger.

Jake said,
“Eh Tim… check this out… hot chick hot chick!”

On the screen was the name
“Cheryl”.

I smiled at him but my smile disappeared in the next 3 seconds when he threw his phone back on the table and said
“I’m BUSY”.

She called another two times that night, but he ignored the call eventhough he had nothing better to do.
He said he’ll call her back the next morning. And he told me.
“You must never be always available for the girl”.

Of course this applies only when you’re chasing a girl. If you have a girlfriend… please treat her nice. You should be done with all the games by then.

Today Charlie admits that there’s a downside for being too nice with the women he hung out with and he’s trying to change.

Good luck Charlie!

And to the sausageless brother who sold me out… I hope you she buys you a ball and chain for Christmas because you really ought to have one.