Mentifex on Vacation

I saw Arthur Murray on the muscle beach, he was trying to sell ionized protein shakes to the athletes claiming that it would realign their neurons

Were the ions activated, >>1-san?

Spies of the Mata Hari persuasion are always trying to coax AI secrets out of M*ntifex. Include in your report to Moscow what happened yesterday. The nationality-unknown field agent put on a stunning display of bonny lassitude for the impressionable Bachelor in Paradise. She stood at his attention in her Swoosh Nike footwear and lifted up her left leg to a half-mastectomy position. Then with both hands she reached down and tied her left shoe-laces. She put her foot down. Then, in accordance with what they teach to all the Red Sparrows at the Sverdlovsk Spy School, she raised up her right leg and with both hands tied her right shoe-laces.

The next day Harry Haller showed his appreciation of the your-move overture by placing a rose in a green bottle on the Arthurian Round Table. When their latest weaponized femininity stood in line to corner the coffee market, the 40+ virtuoso went for his free refill. And what did Miss Tsubame do? Right next should-to-shoulder with her Kremlin- or Hutong-assigned target? She began a slow shoulder-dance, mesmerizing the hypnotizand. By now late at night she must be fighting with her handlers, her superiors, demanding to do it the way Franks Sinatra did, or they can find themselves another femme fatale, one of their typically failure amateurs. Harry Steppenwolf Haller threw the green bottle away in the trash because it had the wrong name on it. He tried to give the rose away to Tarzan's girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be found. Admit your role if you agree that Heaven hath no sweetness like a spionesse at the top of her Gama Sutra.

Tunguska came into the coffee shop of my gentlemen's club at 7;28 a.m. today. She picked up a drink and spent one or two seconds waving a greeting to me on her way out. Luckily I don't drive a car, because Tunguska causes a lot of traffic accidents and power outages. Gentlemen who have never seen her before go into some kind of shock at her 9.3 level beauty. They go out and get into their cars and they try to drive, but they can't think straight. They crash into telephone poles and knock
the power out over whole neighborhoods. One guy drove onto a ferry boat and drove off the other end into the deep water.

Some guys might say that their GF is a number ten on the analog fratboy scale, which is a lowly one on 9.3 Tunguska Pinatubo's seismic Richter scale.