06/10/2013 - THAT DUTCH TOUCH

That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. It talks to me. That Dutch touch. That Dutch Touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. It formed her. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. Restructuring pine scents. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. It plays us out, all the way out. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Duck tuck. That Dutch touch. They made you for me, for my curtain rail, to hang from my curtain rail. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. That Dutch touch. It plays us out, plans our future keeping. That. Touch. Is. Dutch. Or so we reckon.

IT makes it hard to determine the true follicle relevance of majesty and geometry makes it a tighter tie with only slightly loose ends. The IT department are made up entirely of young, hip yo-yos with their lyres in safe keeping. The motherboard is our true detrimental enemy, the thing that stops us from becoming our own women, that teaches men how to wear Danish totems around their necks. We’ll break their necks because we have to break their necks. At least the muscles taste good when blended with hyperbolic speedballs. Doesn’t it take longer to break it down into its constituent parts? You just holler and let me know when it’s finished, you hear? Now there’s a good boy if I ever did trap, feed and domesticate one.

As the asp clambers out of the holding bay try to comfort it with slimy supermarket jizz. It has a strange appetite but one we’re quite ready and willing to cater for or don’t you think so yourself? It’s like a bit of a break every morning, a ghoulish feminist action that turns our particular branch to shame. I don’t need to establish us with a better name right now, that comes much later with clearance. That clearance, funnily enough, comes from a giant black belt student entering the premises via the intercom. The beast comes forth and then forward eventually, it does its for platinum blondes that bottle their accusations within the wooden clauses. I can already tell it’s not going to be my day.

The next time we see this guy, the one who just left with the truthful woman of yours. Did you know that it is in fact common practice for you to squeeze the lemon juice out of salt and pepper shakers while you go run inside her kitchen and see what happens to the excellent bleeping calculator. It doesn’t look good for you or your tidy and municipal half. It’s tinny, it’s unbelievably tinny and the factory will be ruined for it but the half hour of common I have quite the plan to bring down on a congressman. Keep your nerve.