 RobotRobotCompany: 101 c. 1994 This woman looks like a stripper. To fat guys, tiny chickz look amazing. I saw proof at a club—it was amazing! I got my first couch dance, but I forgot to ask if I could touch her. I guess I don't have the gumption to touch female skin. I'm a pussy myself. I couldn't get a girl if I tried. I can only write on a broken down typewriter. This robot looks like a pretty crude affair. So does the chick. I like dark meat. There's something very nice about it, kind of like a torpedo entering a thunderstorm on drizzly night. Like I said, I'll take any effect though, just as long as she has lips. But then again this robot can't kiss, can he? It's left up to our imagination… but wait, she's got some sort of helmet on, and it looks like it's irremovable. I'll take anything, even milky white. The creamier the better—but wait, I said I liked dark meat—that's the best. Well really just anything fine is okay—or super nice—that's the rarest. I only know two or three in America, one in Russia. I prefer blondes. Help me.—Earl Parker
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