Monday, January 29, 2007

Musical Methadone & Mental Masterbation - Volume 19

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The hallowed hallways of the Headquarters that houses the most fiendish evil known to the people of Megalopolis {aside from the Terrorist Organization Known as the Evils’s and Mophaka Al Queholic} or in more laymen’s terms, The Pink Mafia, today is a twitter with the sounds of the singing of a true classic! Yes it is time boy’s and girls for everyone’s favorite super villain turned super hero, Superdaddyman to take on a Monday at the PMHQ in typical fashion as he tries to ignore the inevitable disaster that always awaits him on a Monday morning. “We're leaving together, ... But still it's farewell ... And maybe we'll come back, ... To earth, who can tell? ... I guess there is no one to blame ... We're leaving ground ... Will things ever be the same again? ... It's the final countdown...” which was promptly followed by the “dededeelooo deedeedeedeeedoooo … deeedeedeeedooo deeedeedeeedeeedeedeedooo deedeeloooodeedee dooodoodoodoodooodooo” that you have to do when singing gay 80’s glam rock, even if it is with a sexy Tim Curry like Tenor as the Superdaddyman sports.

Now this is of course one of the Superdaddyman’s most favored songs to inflict upon the Pink Mafia, as the song itself spreads faster than cancer in a smoker! I bet that most of you are already furious as you now find yourselves humming the ridiculously 80’s power glam classic, but as you read further, the Superdaddyman will demonstrate the methadone involved with removing this song from your brain, but not right now as it doesn’t fit into the story line now. As the place was totally trashed, the Superdaddyman looked upon everyone he passed with scorn, as he followed around the ones that he knew were particularly more messy than the other ones {based on slop signatures that he has managed to recognize over the years} just to make sure that “We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall .. Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all .. With so many light years to go and things to be found .. I'm sure that we'll all miss her so” didn’t leave their smaller than normal brains for the rest of the day!

Now in the grander scale of things, it could have been worse. Despite all of the debris on the floors {toilet paper, toilet seat covers, newspapers, food, paper towels, etc etc etc} it could have all been wet to boot, and on this rare day it at least was all dry and didn’t require a scraper to get it up. This still was about 20 times messier that then normal human beings need to be unsupervised for two days, but it does denote progress. “Will you stop singing that f*cking song!” was the words that came belching out of Lord Paco Taco, as the Superdaddyman was taking extra long to clean his office and working on his pitch and tome as he was singing, “I guess there is no one to blame ... We're leaving ground ... Will things ever be the same again? ... It's the final countdown...” and of course the “dededeelooo deedeedeedeeedoooo … deeedeedeeedooo deeedeedeeedeeedeedeedooo deedeeloooodeedee dooodoodoodoodooodooo” followed behind each time. This poor little man has no sense of culture after all, and as they always taught me in school, those that do not understand history are doomed to repeat it, and the unspeakable terror of having the second coming of the band Europe is enough to make the Superdaddyman desperate to keep history safe!

After infesting both of the people that work at the lines with the “Europe Plague” and getting several cheers from the adoring fans of the Caped Pervader like “You F*ckin Suck!” and “Get The F*CK away from me!!” and “Oh God you are going to make me strait!” {yeah the old lesbian Capo that gets hot for Tenor voices is on this crew} our favorite Superhero goes about the duties of finishing off the cleaning process. The only trick now realistically is the eradication of “The Final Countdown” from the intense mind of the Superdaddyman himself, which is actually very easy. This form of Methadone treatments is a one step jump, that the Superdaddyman has only shared with his most trusted confidants {meaning you guys} as the trick is to get to Judas Priest! Now the queer as all hell keyboards in The Final Countdown does match up well with “Out In The Cold” and if you can easily convert that into “Living After Midnight” or “A Touch Of Evil” you should get rid of the song and be able to get back to import things like being fixated on miniskirts and stuff. Should you fail and have the song turn towards “Turbo Lover” or that gay version of “Johnny B Good” you may be in for a rough night. This is not always for the faint of heart so you may want to leave it to the professional Mental Masturbators like the Superdaddyman. Um … On second thought you may want to wait until he gets “You wont hear me, but you’ll feel me .. Without warning, something’s dawning, listen. .. Then within your senses, .. You’ll know you’re defenseless .. How your heart beats, when you run for cover .. Your cant retreat I spy like no other. .. Then we race together. we can ride forever .. Wrapped in horsepower, driving into fury .. Changing gear I pull you tighter to me .. I’m your turbo lover .. Tell me there’s no other .. Im your turbo lover .. Better run for cover” out of his f*cking head! ;8o)

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