You know, ever since Jack had that whole mid-life crisis thing with Christmas, I've actually pulled myself out of the gutter and started going to AA meetings. I figured, you know, if he thinks life needs a change, maybe I need a change, too.
What, you didn't know I was an alcoholic? Well, how else do you think that my nose lit up like that? It was all the whisky! Anyway, Sally helped me get back on my feet, or rather...uh...plasmatic ghost vapor, too. She helped alot. Jack was busy with town stuff, so I understand, but you two are the best cohorts I could ever have.
I am actually here to look for a special lady. You see, being a ghost dog is not all it's cracked up to be. Sure, you can go through walls, but what's the point if you can't share that with someone? Well, here I am at myspace, won't you ladies give me a try?
