Da Goddess

Further Exploration

Okay, I'm moving into the bedroom now. Tricorder readings are normal.

Yeah, big bed, all made up with fluffy pillows. Scented candles all around the room. Neat as a pin, with no dirty clothes on the floor. Damn! I miss the Crackerbox already.

Look at that! A bowl of exotic fruit in a wicker basket by the bed. This one looks like a large banana with blue veins and a dial on the bottom. Lemme turn that switch. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Got-Damn! That thing is ALIVE!

What is this? It's either a rhythm instrument from an exotic African country, or a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. There is some crusty substance, much like the dried glaze on a Krispy-Kreme doughnut, matted in the fur. She must not play those things often.

Hey! Lookie here! She's got a genuine, double-pronged hamburger turner with a fur handle! I always wanted one of those.

Wait. How are you going to turn hamburgers with something made out of round, hard-pressed plastic? The damned thing has mirowave instructions on it. "30 seconds on high, and you have two hot sticks?" She should send that back right away to where she bought it and get her money refunded.

Aw, Joan forgot her necklace.

Look at the pretty set of balls on a string that remind me of my marble collection. She must have polished them recently, because the big tube of Vasoline is about half-empty. I'll bet she wears them only for special occasions.

Okay. I'm finished in here. I'm going to search the rest of the house....

Acidman

Posted by DaGoddess at February 1, 2003 05:14 AM