I am sitting on the bench at the Square, Cascade Square, you know, the one with the statue of the naked lady. I have my lunch with me. An applesauce cup. There is an empty coffee cup on the bench left by some previous deadbeat. I think about swiping it away, but I lack the required energy.
I stare at the statue of the naked lady for quite a while. She was modeled in what I guess they call a Rubenesque fashion. She has big fat titties and a big fat ass.
I continue to stare at the statue.
If I were going to make a statue of a naked lady, Kate Moss would be my model.
I continue to stare at the statue.
Anyway, when the statue was first erected(!), it was probably milky white, but now time and pollution have muddied it up. This used to be a statue of a white woman. Now it looks biracial. So I guess this fat broad, no matter what time in history, always reflects the make-up of our great nation. Ten years from now an earthquake will probably rattle it enough to crack a piece loose from the belly and it will hang down like a cock, so that the statue looks like a big fat nude tranny.
After staring at the naked lady a while longer, I open up my little applesauce cup.
My teeth hurt. Decades of eating pussy. The germs and bacteria and filth from a 1000 vaginas dripping into my mouth and infecting my gums and corroding my teeth. Now I can barely chew anything. I eat mushy foods.
The End
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