Obviously I'd just invent a new super-hero, called Paradox Lass, who would be capable of 'doing anything for love, but not that,' or time travelling past the Iron Curtain of Time, or DJing a block party with a quantumly-uncertain number of angels on the head of a pin.
And most of all, for crying out loud, you know we'd love her.
cleome would offer the beloved any dessert of their choice, in lieu of doing that.
Which, now that I think of it, is the 1950s Male/Female "ideal" relationship in capsule form. Or at least the advertisers' fantasy version. Which I swear, is not at all what I intended.
I'm taking the rest of the decade off from the internets, I think... When I get back, we'll have peanut butter cookies, okay?
It's obvious our old buddy Lash would sing the song at lesbian bar karaoke, but we're talking Lash here, so it'd go something like this:
"Oh, I would do anything for love...."
does my hair look awesome? of course it does! let's have a cocktail! should I make another meatloaf tomorrow? *starts 2 more Facebook pages* *debuts new catchphrase* *takes nap* TEEDS, REMIND ME OF THE THIRD VERSE LYRICS! I FORGOT HOW TO USE GOOGLE! *crashes motorcycle through -- THROUGH! -- the Taco Bell drive-up window* *eludes police, scarfs gorditas* let's have another cocktail! ooh, that guy's HAWT! *checks hair again, still awesome*
...and so a certain type of tourism was born, where people who wanted that, but were partnered by people who would do anything but, would travel to places where that was the only thing on offer.
I would obviously reveal what "that" is through interpretive man-boob dance. (Yes, it's a real thing. Google it.) And I'd probably say "penis". Just because.
Sometimes I like to pretend. But she's just so much better at some things than I am.
Like optics for example. Look how her lovely paws use that prism to refract that light beam into a spectrum. Oh no! all the colours are now going to star in an endless Geoff Johns Lantern arc! Yikes!