Titus just emailed the painting that turned him gay. He wanted to be a rock and roll star just like the paintings his sisters used to hang up in their rooms. So he figured he had to be gay like David Bowie and Freddie Mercury and Adam Lambert.Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Well except for the music.
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That's Melissa Etheridge you know.
OMG, that's it. Are those kids in those pictures not fucked up? The boys were obviously queer and the girls look like they wanted to have sex.
My sisters had those pictures all over their room. Their eyes are totally weird. They all looked like they were high on something.
Who came up with that shit? It is so weird and creepy. Did older people buy those things and if so were they perfs?
LOL-Melissa Etheridge.
I thought it was Lulu.
OMG, that picture of that boy is awful.
It is totally saying fuck me daddy.
It is totally warped and disgusting.
The painter's name was Lee? How depressing that's my name.
In my father's gun room were tons of calendars of 60's Playboy girls. Wearing hats, boots and funky underwear. No cooch shots just booby shots.
He also had a recliner in his gun room with a stack of Playboys by it. He would be "reading" them while smoking a pipe. He would come home at night from work, grab a beer, say he will be ready for dindin and retire to his recliner. Sometimes I would sit on his lap while he read the Playboys-that sounds kind of unhealthy now that I think of it. At the time it seemed totally normal. I graded every girl on the calendars from a scale of 1 to 10.
I wonder if that made me gay? Nah, it's that picture of that fucked up little boy. I looked like him at that age.
You should have been watching the Posieden Adventure dude.
Actually that picture reminded me of those god awful Precious Moment collectibles you could get in any card store decades ago. Well them, and anime, so popular with the Japanese kids.
What is it about that waifish look anyway?
Speaking of the Japanese...Titus Lee?
That explains why his mom Sarah makes those great cinamon buns.
Trooper you bought up a very sensitive name.
The kids actually did call me Sarah Lee in school. My sisters called me Sarah too. They also called me Sandy Duncan and Sissy Sally.
And Strawberry Shortcake. And Nellie. Oh I almost forgot Betty.
My mom also has all the Precious Moments figurines. They could of made me gay too.
Sorry Titus I was just goofing around. The kids in school called me Saquatch because I had size 14 feet in the fifth grade.
Of course in the eight grade when the girls figured out that if you have big feet........well it sort of turned around.
I was just kidding you Troop but I was called Sarah Lee.
If I knew a kid with a size 14 shoe back in the day I would call him popular.
I'd rather talk about poop with Troop.
Big feet on an Irishman does not a big dick make.
Hey if you're Irish, I'm doublin'
Thanks Ruth Ann,
I just spewed wine all over the keyboard!!!!!
Hey, Meade:
Don't you have a Ron Day view? What're you doin' here?
Where'd you decide to go for Spring Break?
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Petr V. Bella: I aim to please. You aim, too, please.
Huh. I figured that was Meade during his "purple pants" phase.
I'm all ears, except for my dick, and that's a foot.
Ah, the big-eyed Keane paintings.
"You may be surprised to hear the artist is a woman. You see, for many years [Margaret Keane] was married to a man who claimed credit for what she painted. To prove she was in fact the artist and not her former husband, she painted in court before a Federal Judge and jury, an original oil on canvas painting. When her ex-husband was asked to paint by the judge, his reply was: "I can't today, because I have a sore shoulder." Needless to say Margaret won the case and she continues to paint those Big Eyes we have come to love so dearly."
My sisters loved that junk. It didn't turn me gay. It made me get in trouble, though, because quite often I would draw red squiggly lines in their eyes, or make giant pirate eye patches. If you used white-out, you could make them have giant cross-eyed or walleyed kid.
I will have you know Ruth Anne that one thing is true. If you find a man with big feet you will know that he always has....big shoes.
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