These objects aren’t what you think they are, and if you do think they are, then you’ve got a dirty mind. Some people think I have a dirty mind, especially those that stop by this blog and look at my drawings. They may be right. The Wife definitely thinks I have a dirty mind, as did a lot of the girls I dated in High School.
Ever since I was a little kid, anything involving flatulence, self-defecation and barfing always tickled my funny bone. The really funny shit usually always centered around a rip-roaring fart. If there was sexual innuendo, all the better. Guess I was just an all American boy.
I think everybody has a bit of a dirty mind. And that’s not a bad thing… getting connected to your inner-filth can be very enlightening, when not scaring ya to death. All stuff forbidden is worthy of a snicker. If it’s frowned upon it’s worth investigating. If it’s illegal… I’ll pass. Don’t wanna break the law, cause that stuff goes on your permanent record. [I won’t even go on about that pedophile Jeffrey Epstien and how for once money was not able to save the rich and powerful when caught with their pants down. May he find eternal rest in a moderately low realm in Hell.]
Well. I better go and wash my mouth (and mind) out with soap.