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JULY:

Dear Tim:

           What's wrong with me?  My scalp smells like dirty feet and my butt is red.

 
         
Dear Smelly Scalp:
   

               Your “maker” failed to complete the most important step before creating you:  Wash first.  
               But fear not, there is hope for you – you can get a nice outside
wash.  Grab some Woolite
               or Ivory liquid soap and hop in the sink.  You may
want to try the washing machine for an 
               all-over wash.  Sounds like you need your insides sanitized.  And don’t worry, the dryer is 
               fun!!!  In terms of your butt – it’s supposed to be that way.  It’s the people with non-red butts
               who have something wrong with them.  Embrace the red butt!!  But first, for the love of
               Pete, hit the showers – I can smell you from here! 
 

          Tim

 
    
Hey Tim,

          Can I ask you something? Will you go out with me? I mean I love your skinny arms and legs, 
           I wish mine were like that... mine are normal... not that yours aren’t
normal its just that... well 
           u get it.  So, will you? Thank you so much.

      Your to-be girlfriend,

      Gigi Esem, the Sock Monkey.

 
         
Dear Gigi:

               Well that’s a fine way to a boy’s heart.  Insult him.  Lucky for you, my head is full of
               pantyhose, so things like that don’t even phase me.  Plus, I’m a sucker for
the ladies, so
               yes, I’ll go out with you.  However, you must understand one thing first: the way you’re
               throwing around the word ‘girlfriend’ concerns me.  I simply can not be a one woman sock.  
               If you can handle being one of many, then it’s all good.  See you soon, and wear something
               slinky….(shout out to
Heidi!)

           Kisses,

               Tim

 
    
Dear Great Tim,

          My bro is, well, slow at school. He's 13. I'm 11. He doesn't have too many friends, only a 
          couple, but he's a great guy, me being his sister. How can I make peeps see how fun and 
          cool he is?

      Signed,

      Don't Know What To Do

 
         
Dear Don’t Know What To Do:

               This is an easy one.  It can be solved through the magic of movies.  Watch Never Been 
               Kissed
.  David Arquette does the same thing for his sister.  Well,
you should leave out the
               whole lying part.  See also:  Can’t Buy Me Love.  Well, except for the whole paying you to
               do it thing.  And the African dance. 
And the part when he turns into a real jerk.  And don’t
               watch the remake.  That’s just supporting all that is wrong in the world today.  You don’t 
               remake a classic like that.  Someone else would probably tell you that in a few years
you’ll
               realize that being popular and in with the supposed “cool” crowd isn’t what life is all about.  
              
(I wouldn’t really know about that, since I ruled the cool
crowd, but that’s what I hear.)  
               They’d say that your brother will still be fun and
cool and probably still have those same 
                close friends his whole life.  But you
asked me, so I’m giving you the sock point of view.  The 
                most important thing
out of all this for both of you to remember is to wear your combat gear
                and buckle up for junior
high and high school.  It’ll be a ride….

          Good luck!

           Tim    


     JUNE:

     Dear Tim:

          Just found you site and I have a burning question for you - what the heck happened to your arms?
          Man, they are so long and skinny.  Did they get run over by a steam roller?  Did the dog next door
          de-stuff them for you?  Man, you need to do something about them,  they make you look so wimpy!

     Stine

          Dear Stine: 

               I've told the story of my arms on the site somewhere before.  When I was young and trying to 
               make it in the business, I took a job as an amusement park ride.  I would tie my arms and legs
               around other stuffed animals and whip them around.  I think the combination of that and all of
               the partying I've done (those beer kegs are NOT light) have taken their toll.  But the ladies 
               never seem to mind.  In fact, I've been told that they like them long and skinny.  The arms, I mean.
               We should get together - you'll forget all about mentioning the word "wimpy" once I wrap my
               magical arms around you.  Kisses!

          Tim

 

    MAY:


     Dear Tim:

          I like this boy, but I don't know if he likes me.  What should I do?

     LonelyGirl


          Dear LonelyGirl,

               Hmmm.  This is a tough one.  There are so many things you could do.  So I take it he's not
               giving off any tell-tale signs?  Ooh, here's a good one.  Attempt to make him jealous - see how
               he reacts.  That's usually a good indicator.  If all else fails, grab his butt.  You'll know if he likes
               you by his reaction to that.  

          Good Luck!

          Tim


     Dear Tim:

          I am Grace, Sockmonkey's Mom.  I don't know when he is happy or sad.  How can I tell how he
          feels?  I want him to be happy.  

     Grace

          Dear Grace:

               It's not written all over his face?  We sock monkeys are usually pretty easy to read.  I'd say
               if he's not frowning or sitting alone in the corner, he's probably happy.  In addition to being easy
               to read, we're also easy to please.   If you want him to be really happy, give him some booze, girls,
               or anything shiny.  And love him.  That will make him the happiest.  Have fun!

         Tim

         
     ***This next one is a follow-up to one of last month's questions***

     Hi Tim:

          I'm Peter.  You see, I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but the last time I got asked out by a person she 
          was really annoying me so I dumped her.  I didn't want that to happen again, so I said no. When she 
          asked me it almost seemed like that she really didn't like me.  Now that I'm aware she really does, I feel
          horrible.  How do I get her to not to be sad?  I don't know what to do! I also don't like being a sissy.  I 
          don't act like I think that I can beat every1 else up. I'm not that mean!

     Peter

          Dear Peter:

               Well, if my sweet and lovely Heather has not found anyone else by now, then maybe you should 
               just tell her what you just told me.  Or better yet, print this out and show it to her.  Then if she gives
               you a chance, you treat her like a queen!  And the first step to not being a sissy is admitting you want
               to stop.  Good work, my friend.  You are now on the road to being a man.  Go get your lady and show 
               her that you can be a good man.  Good luck to the both of you!

          Tim

 

     

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