I have all the Elton John life-size collectable

I have all the Elton John life-size collectable "living dolls" from the Tyrell Corporation. My favorite is Tiny Dancer - she's SO tiny, only comes up to my knee, and holds me
captive with her pirate smile. I made a mistake. Serious mistake. I put the tiny dancer figuring and put in the cupboard with the Indian. And well, you can imagine the disaster.
Shiva was meditating and didn't pay any attention to it. Lord Ganesh did and removed the obstacles. Then I was banished to Coventry. I lived there the rest of my life.
Twenty years later, I did venture out one time to rescue Lord Shiva from a flea bitten tearoom on the outskirts of Mumbai. He was drunk & going on about Oppenheimer again. "He was
soooo pretty," Shiva slurred, before vomiting into a sock drawer at whoever's party I was attending. Am I really such a wallflower that gods have to talk to me? Does my forehead
lose its flavor on the bathroom floor all night at somebody's house who had the party go off the rails. To be fair, I also sold a few Buicks from that bathroom floor. Those before
-and-after shots went viral. BEFORE: Me lying on the bathroom floor selling Buicks at a party. AFTER: Me driving a Buick through Cancun with a parrot on one shoulder and Charo on
the pavement, bleeding. Because I ran him over. Because that bastard still owed me money. For lunch. Because I wasn't about to take any guff from a stupid parrot-eating man in his
basket of lies. Because that pompous buffoon with his bodacious pompadour had gone too far. Because I was raised to right the wrongs of others. He. Had. To. Pay.
He didn't pay.

Started: 2013-10-04 06:26:17
Finished: 2023-01-28 23:51:30

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