My New Girlfriend Mandy

My new girlfriend Mandy is a chickie mama sweet-pie with strawberry blonde hair strands and impeccable posture. The rouge on her cheeks is lobster-red, and I’m not surprised she’s sporting legwarmers. 

My new girlfriend Mandy has white teeth, tan figure skates, and big fluffy mittens. I can’t stop myself from feeling regard for her. 

Dear Mandy, come and meet my parents, Rita and Doug. “Mom, dad, this is my new girlfriend Mandy. She’s a singer in a nightclub. You should hear her top song — I think it’s called ‘Sugar in the Raw’ or something like that. She’s the quintessence of delicacy. Hold on a second, I’m receiving a text from my friend Stegz . . .”

Now I lower my eyes to look at the screen of my mobile device, and I read the message that Stegz has sent me, which says: 

“Hey Bry, you gotta see this! Your new girlfriend Mandy just took off her earmuffs! Here’s a link . . .”

So I click the link and enlarge a picture of my new girlfriend Mandy, who is removing her earmuffs and displaying her cute little ears. “Whoa, cool!” I comment back.

When I lift my head back up from my device, Mandy is chatting with my parents. I admire her milky complexion and the way that her demeanor bears a strong resemblance to minxes. 

In closing, my new girlfriend Mandy has hazel eyes, and they lock me in her heart. She also has a brand-new hairstyle that I think will become popular. (I imagine other girls begging their barbers to please give them “The Mandy Cut.”) I hope that we get married sometime after 1984.