I told you I want kinky, not too surreal and what do you bring? A child's potty!
The other stuff I can handle but boy...do you look a fool dressed in nothing but a pair of gardening gloves on the highway to goodness knows where!
You best release me from this contraption before it looks evil to someone passing by.
A metal baseball bat. Really?
You could have just strapped me to the door handle.
You used to bring rope and all sorts, now only some masking tape.
You know I have learned the art of wriggling free.
Shame our horizons have not seen new ways of doing so.
Now, one last time.
Get yourself dressed.
I am hungry and need to vent.
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