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

As I leave her for dead and make my way into the bathroom, she calls for help. I return on my hot trail immediately, and assisted by my spectaculer other friends I silence her off for ! Better remember to look in on her Hubby too, right? Otherwise he’ll be screaming bloody murder soon too! At least he’s a One-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 in-house to wake me up in case of emergence, 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 pileup, but took a lickin’ ‘n’ kept on tickin’right after she got her Angel Wings:

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

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

 

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