095. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Did you try UPS?

[eiremagic]

But there's no winning. If it's a male carrier I'm fucked, and if it's a female one, he is.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Carrier pigeon? Robot?

[eiremagic]

Robot. There's a working suggestion.

[WAIT. A PAUSE]

Actually...

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You could make a robot.

[eiremagic]

Matt did that for me. All I gotta do is make it work.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Try the button that says ON.

[eiremagic]

Matt's robots aren't that logical.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Do you have a universal remote control for a TV handy? That could be useful.

[eiremagic]

I think I have one somewhere...

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Good luck. Don't forget to include detailed instructions with pictures.