The Eddie Izzard Game! A Game! (obviously)

Always carrying a towel.

I like my women like I like my recycle bins…

…filled with unsorted bottles and cans.

I like my women like I like my filing cabinets…

…square, gray, and full of stuff you’ve forgotten about.

I like my women like I like my rubber bands…

…wrapped around the base of a mug full of inkpens.

I like my women like I like my trash can liners…

…left on the curb Thursday nights.

I like my women like I like my mail…

…buried in my purse until I remember to buy stamps.

I like my women like I like my toenail clippers…

Springy and sharp
I like my women like I like my pizza…

…delivered in a greasy paper box.

I like my women the way I like my jar of pennies…

…with enough money to buy me something nice.

I like my women like I like my laundry hampers…

…large, wicker, and in my closet.

I like my women like I like my eggs…

… ovoid.

I like my women like I like my surrealist painters…

… with extra eyes.

I like my women like I like my shoes …

(Psst that was for YOU Uncle Beer)

…loose and leathery.

I like my women the way I like my garden…

Mostly overgrown but a good excuse to buy a chainsaw.

I like my women like I like my wallet…

…containing a few dollars and conformed to my left buttcheek.

I like my women like I like my cell phones…

…empty and flat.

I like my women like I like my lamp shades.

…starched and dusty.

I like my women like I like my nail polish…

. . .foul smelling and in forty different shades of red.

I like my women like I like my air conditioning. . .

…too expensive for three months, and then worthless for nine.

I like my women like I like my psychology instructor…