tool

That's right!!! I am a tool. A tool of "Bob"!!! A tool, like one of
those automatic seed spreader thingys you get at oversized hardware
stores, spreading the seed of DOUBT, oozesquirting the jizz of "Bob"'s
mighty OverTesticles into the unconscious depths of hyuuman brains,
possibly awakening and watering the soil in which the seed of Bobdoubt
may grow and turn into a TUMOR the size of a LEMON. And what a lemon
that will be. You know what THEY SAY, When life gives you lemons, run
around in circles screaming like bonobos and fling poo at each other!
Yoou know what. It feels good. It feels GREAT! It keeps me from pacing
my apartment like a caged panther, and that is all I could ever ask in
return for fulfilling my need to be an obsessive compulsive stationary
whore. That and maybe someone will send over some Jehovahs witnesses
or private investigators.