It takes a lot of work to look this gorgeous and Aunt Acid has her own team of Plaestheticians, working tirelessly to keep up appearances. Please, someone—give these people a tire. (Thats not a promise, thats a tread…whaddaya mean, that joke is flat!!!?)
I promised Shirley Eugest that as soon as my eyes were open and somebody was home that I’d get back to work on my memoirs.
Though beginning in the last century, I was NOT born in a log cabin. And it is only now that I’ve found my “voice” and my true form, thanks to the miracles of science. Without a sense of humor, I just wouldnt be here at all. My origins are organic, but it is through plastic surgery that I have become the wonder that is me.
This exciting tale of thermoplasticity is NOT for the squeamish. If the sight of raw polymers makes you pale, READ NO FURTHER.