I know it’s juvenile, but all these statues of (often naked) men and women invite comment. I can’t walk by some of these without trying to figure out what they might be thinking, if they were not marble. I have never seen so many uncircumcised men and so many women’s breasts.
If you don’t want to drag yourself down to my level, then skip the rest of this post.
Hey! My eyes are up here!
Hi, my name is Bill Clinton.
I cannot understand what this modern art means.
Aww, c’mon you guys! Haven’t you ever seen a head before?
Just standing here with a leaf covering up my privates. Wait, is it leaves of three, let them be? Oh, no!
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Yes, the flowers are for you. |
I am a manly man. I have a manly beard, a manly chest, and I carry a manly weapon. I will not hold your damned purse.
I love you man. C’mon - let’s have another Natty Lite. No, really, I love you man.
Damned pigeons. I’m gonna grab the next one that flies by and crap on ITS head.
They’ll never find me here. I’ve got the best hiding place.
(3 hours later...)
Are we still playing? Where is everybody?
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