Graham English

I had forgoten all about this alien clone sex cult leader until Boing Boing hipped me to his new “Clitoraid” campaign. It seems to me that he could be a serious James Bond-worthy adversary. You know what I’m talking about, the absolute maniacal freak who has so much money he can build an enormous armed force in a luxuriously carved out Fijian mountain, like Goldfinger. The only problem with this scenario is we don’t have a real life James Bond. Kinda scary, if you think about it.

All the more reason for me to visit the Scientology Power Center and polish my perceptics. I’ve already got serious play with the ladies. But if anyone out there can get me a license to kill, please let me know.

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Tags: perceptics, Scientology

This entry was posted on Friday, September 29th, 2006 at 9:07 pm and is filed under Lifestream, Prose. You can leave a comment if you follow my Living Room Rules. If not, you can leave a trackback from your own site.