Look, I am a classy broad. It’s not all pictures of she-males and unicorns with me. Sometimes, when you are walking down Mini-Moscow (aka my ‘hood of Rego Park, NY) you find a well-respected art dealer, selling his wares on the street (blocking pedestrian traffic). Because of my fine conniseurship, I often peruse his outstanding collection. Imagine my surprise and delight when I found this beauty. The fine colors, the attention to detail, the elegance of the potential nip-slip. The guy checking out the girl’s butt. Really, this faux antique reproduction has outdone itself.
Please, bask in it’s splendor.
I know what you are thinking. Why isn’t this above my living room couch? Well, aside from the fact that that honor belongs to “Not John Lennon“, I wanted a more unique place for such a rare gem. Where I can see it every morning, the moment I open my eyes and put my glasses on my face.
This showcase could only be my bedroom wall, above my hamper. Next to the guitars that we had to hang up since we ran out of floor space.
My fondest dream would be to find the appropriate, gilded frame for this masterpiece. Believe me, I have been looking. Nothing has fit my price point of under $10.
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Thanks for showcasing my inability to throw my dirty clothes into the hamper from across the room!
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