sequins, lace and goldfish.
She struggled to control
her electric boobs, however;
(but no Mohair suit)
, reasoning that the Governor
lacked the imagination of
a slime mold, whose
single celled body could
still somehow control Cher’s
motor functions. Sadly her
brain actually operates via
refurbished parts from an
'84 Fiat Boyardi, which
goes from zero to
sixty cans of spaghetti
in less time than
you can say… well,
"Nausea, heartburn, Indigestion, upset
tummy, all cured by
the power of prayer.