I'm getting worried about Mentishits mental wellbeing.
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DELIRIEN2016-11-17 13:11
With the music of Johann Strauss's Delirien meandering through my prog-enfeebled Mind -- my own Mind that is, not one that I have created -- I keep thinking every day about Miss Goodwitch, because last Sunday -- no let's call it "last weekend", because Sunday is too specific -- she showed up in one of her mind-bending outfits, for the first time showing the slightest hint of decolletage -- which I enjoyed because it was not too much, in which more revealing case the other guys could see it, too, and I would have to change her codename from Glenda to Elvira Madigan, but let's not go into that, Wolfgang.
So I confessed to Glenda Goodwitch that her threat of tasering me had made me think about her every day. Next time I will tell her that there is at least one country in the world -- Tanzania -- where if a woman threatens to taser a man, she is considered married to him. I am thinking of taking along a wrinkly shirt on a hanger and telling Glenda that I would like to expand the number of countries in which we are regarded as a married couple, because among the United Nations there is a whole host of countries where a woman is considered married to a man if she irons his shirt. It's the green shirt that I like to wear on Mondays, and no matter how I tug and pull on the collar (decolletage :-) it remains embarassingly wrinkled when I arrive at the daily Bachelor Party. It would probably cost ten or twenty dollars to get the whole shirtload washed and ironed at a laundry, so marriage would be cheaper, right? Anyway, let's get back to Mentishirts mental wellbeing, shall we? I also want to take along a can of Nalley's Chili With Onions in case Glenda asks me what I am doing for Thanksgiving, and I can point to it and say, "I guess I'll open a can of chili to celebrate Thanksgiving..." This ploy has never worked in the past, but you never know. If the Prog Advisor were here, I would ask him how I keep getting into these weird situations, from which there is no escape other than to take the Purgatory Off-ramp and drive like hell. If Glenda is reading this complaint -- since I told her and Nimby what their codenames were -- and Miss Goodwitch was rather annoyed at being called something based on Badwitch -- I would like to explain my delirious state of mind. You, Glenda Goodwitch, could make a lot of money writing one of those "How to Fascinate a Man" articles for Cosmopolitan or Sassy or Coven Magazine, because you know all the tricks. By the way, besides getting my Monday shirt ironed, I also need a photograph taken for my UK website; are there yet additional countries where not just tasering a man but shooting him with a camera makes you and him married?
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Anonymous2016-11-17 14:12
Anyway, let's get back to Mentishit*'s mental wellbeing
