are made each year, in Canada they are made by Canadian Broads’ Company, a t.v. film organization maimed, I mean manned, by women. Let’s listen in to a conversation between Barb {a tall, buxom drink of water} & Faye {a short squirt of scintillation}, first Barb: “You know Faye, I’m running the bra & *******’ department.”
   Then Faye: “Listen Bar, I’ve had it up to
my areolae with your sniping ***** attacks!”
   Then again Barb: “Oh Faye, drop the
cold cream --- I wanna talk.”
   “Yes,” said Faye.
   Barb resumes: “You’ve worked for *****
Unlimited for 6 years & I couldn’t be happier ---
   “Hold it,” Faye interrupted, “***** Unlimited?
I thought it was ***** Mountain?”
   “No,” Barb corrected, “it was *****
Town before & it’s ***** Unlimited now.”
   “Oh...” {“I can’t help but to be reminded of my
time on the farm sloppin’ sisters & riding bikes with
my pigs,” Faye felt like almost saying.}