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The poet laureate stole my motto, "the balls of my balls are my balls", gentle reader. |
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I, the vile creature, need my motto, "the balls of my balls are my balls". |
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My balls, a genie, have a robot, by the way. |
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A deus ex machina prefers some cement. |
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Yours truly, a villain of the first water, have been seen with a robot. |
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My cleaning lady, who played Data on Star Trek, has no use for my new novel, Yes, Virginia, There Is a Patricia Richardson, and She Ate My Balls. |
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