RINGGG!  "Oh, it’s YOU  again?" I reach for Her OFF button, but the bitch is so compact I almost need my glasses first to actually SEE her! And my fingers are too to reach into her cavity to properly shut her up!

As I her for dead and make my way into the bathroom, she for help. I return on my hot trail , and assisted by my spectaculer other friends I silence her off for good! Better remember to look in on her Hubby too, right? Otherwise he’ll be screaming bloody murder soon too! At least he’s a -dimensional mechanical contraption, like Kubrik’s Gluck-Gluck, gluck………

As I aspire to reach the Oneness of the bathroom without loosing the Containment of my bladder, the urge for Bigger Better Thangs makes me sit down and realise there are untold systems in-house to wake me up in case of , transmergancy, commotion, and [need I go on?]



Whoah, TALK ABOUT AN INFINITELY REDUNDANT SYSTEM!

 

She sang about Primitive Love, and knocked my Sockxx right off. Got ravished in a hot metal pileup, but took a lickin’ ‘n’ kept on tickin’right after she got her Angel Wings:

Typical Gemini, because there’s always a Twin. Hers resqued me from Corporate Operational Overload Limitations back in 2002:

After that I kept seeing her in any woman, no matter how near or far, big or huge, fast or slow….  Xurrently I’m most interested in her whereabouts, because just like her I’m an Infinitely Redundant Appliod Time Engineer with a Vengenace:

 

If U Have any info about this woman, it would be a crime against the Lowdown Venal Code to withhold IT!