The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

Show Me Your Pimp Walk

With a title like that, this story has a lot to live up to. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it.

My junior year of college I had been dating a girl, let’s call her Flecks, for a month or two when we had a big night in our relationship. We became ourselves around each other.

Up til then we joked and goofed around with each other, at each other’s expense, etc., but I wouldn’t say that we were really ourselves. There was still the desire to be cute or attractive in most everything that you do around that person. Why? To get the dope to like you til you’re at the point of feeling comfortable.

We were hanging out in my room, listening to music, talking, and making out (aww yeah). I was excited because that day I had bought a new CD. A James Brown greatest hits CD. Twenty songs from James Brown for six dollars! Too much yes!

And I think, dear savvy reader, you can probably start to see where that title came from.

My music comes to the new songs and I think Flecks was amused by this. I tell her that the Payback is the best song in the world for doing a pimp walk.

I get up, switch to the Payback, and pimp walk over to the bed.

She laughs hysterically at me/with me. Then I say, “come on, show me your pimp walk.” Which I said sincerely, but she then went on to repeat mock-seductively. Then followed that with even more laughter. But, without any real hesitation, up she jumped … and pimp walked like a champ.

We pimp-walked around in circles in my tiny room and enjoyed how much we enjoyed each other.


Comments on: "Show Me Your Pimp Walk" (4)

  1. @Camel … no comment (but yeah, she’s pretty awesome … and yes I know that’s a comment)

    @Tim and Bink … I’m dumb enough to possibly do such a thing.

  2. Yeah, I think a video demonstrating how one pimp walks is in order. Get on it!

  3. I think you need to draw up the steps to show those of us who are pimp walk impaired, how to properly step.

  4. I think it’s time you pimp walked yourself back into Flecks’s life. Sounds like a catch.

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