My Mojo is weak!
Damn, have you guys tried playing Mojo Master? It’s rough! It took me like fifteen tries to score Joanna’s phone number in the Chicago pool hall, but then that skank Marianne gave it up with one try. These chicks are impossible to figure out. First they say they like treehuggers, but then get all worked up when I act like a big shot on my cell. And they all go nuts for my one-armed pushups.
Are we really this schizo and complicated?