An acquaintance of the lady variety has mentioned that she's getting her twin tubs out.
Seems my pervotic imaginings in the norkal exposure direction were incorrect, as twin tubs are apparently Olde Wurlde washing machineries.
And having a reputation to live down to, my mind started to wander further afield towards a preference for Twins In Hot Tubs, such as The Cheeky Girls in their QD budget binkininies.
But not The Twins out of Pat Sharpe's Fun House.
Or Arnie and Danny DeVimto.
But then I thought - hold on! They clone sheeps, don't they!
Not that I'm in favour of sexual shennanigans with sheep in steamy sheepdip showerage. Instead of sheep, why not clone Pretties to populate the bath?
After all, the only reason the Greybeards want to invest in cloning is to get their grubby mits on celebrity skin! Why go out of the lab and interact with strange, unfathomable feminine types when you use your fierce scientific skills to clone a Firm Bottom or Carol Phwoarderman of your very own?
Or even tailor your desires into a firm bottomed Carol Phwoarderman. Celebrity splicing!
The one drawback is when The Clone mutates, and a rapey Milla Jovobitch species escapes.
Ever wondered what barbers and hairdresses get up with your swept up follicles, or beauticians with your naily bits after a manicure/pedicure? It's all genetic material for cloning their own compliant sexbot at home!
Of course, you can't (yet) buy a Claudia Wankleman or a Lauren LabiaVerne down the chemists, so it's off to Toys 'Я' Us for a My First Chemistry Kit and the collecting of DNA from various Pretties.
Unfortunately, I haven't yet perfected my diabolical, maniacal laugh. My "Mwah ha ha" is more like "Mwah Mwah", as if giving a Lady a peck on the cheeks.
And if I'm pecking at Pretties, that surely means I have a beak for the pecking? In which case, am I actually Cloned Xym, and Master Xym cloned me not to realise I've been cloned with some beaky bird's beak, like some experimental hybrid of Man and Chicken?
Dammit, why couldn't I have been cloned by a sex-starved Pretty with a thing for short fat ugly gothboys with preposterous hair and ludicrous shades (with occasional ridiculous headwear) who wanted to ravish the real me behind his back.
Just my luck I gets the Mad Scientist with a Chimera fetish!
