The Eddie Izzard Game! A Game! (obviously)

… products of the reaction between fats and sodium hydroxide.
I like my women like I like my bacon…

…Stripped, greasy, and loaded with cholesterol.

I like my women like I like my Three Stooges marathons…

With plenty of Curly!

I like my women like I like my textbooks…

…never opened and full of stuff I don’t know.

I like my women like I like my condiments.

Easily to spread.

I like my women like I like my surgery…

…with anaesthetic.

I like my women like I like my modern art…

inscrutible and often containing animal waste.

I like my women like I like my maps…

…free of wrinkles and easily returned to their original configurations.

I like my women like I like my houseplants…

A nice healthy shade of green.

I like my women like I like my white-out

…stolen from work.
I like my women like I like my football

…pointed at both ends and bouncing funny.

I like my women like I like masks…

…purchased at the five-and-dime and smelling strongly of rubber.

I like my women like I like my oscilating fans…

If you touch the wrong button, she blows on everyone in the room.

I like my women like I like my bass guitars…

With an attachment for a neck strap.

I like my women like I like my boxes…

… impossible to open without jabbing them repeatedly with a dull knife.
I like my women like I like my haiku…

::I like my women like I like my haiku::

so gentle and sweet
and yet evocative too
makes me smile each time.

D:

I like my women like I like my chicken…

Extra crispy.

I like my woman like I like my Flintstones Chewable Vitamins…

In Several Fruity Flavors and looking like Betty Rubble

I like my women like I like fax machine

. . . . .with a sinlge sheet feeder.
I like my women like I like my keyboards. . . .

…beige and ergonomic.

I like my women like I like my electric pencil sharpeners…