"Stumbled across this image," wrote one gentle reader. "Might be fun for your blog." Said image was this:
My first thought was "Yuck!" and I was just going to delete it, but then as I was trying to fall asleep tonight, I was besieged by unanswered questions. First being, how did this dear reader "stumble across" this image? Was he looking up "giant papier mache-looking vaginas" and this was but one of the search results? Or had he been searching for "giant baginas" and a sudden typo sent him in this shocking direction?
What was the creative process that yielded the gigantic V? Did the artist use a model for her piece, or did she just sort of go on memory? If there was a model, was she pleased with the jumbo sized 3-D rendition of her wang? Was she bragging to passersby that the big V was based on her own much smaller (one would certainly hope) V?
And how did the artist get this piece to this street anyway? Did she rent a U-Haul or just tie it to the roof of her car, like a hunter with a dead deer? There seems to be a wheel attached to the whole contraption, which we won't even address because, at this point, that's the least of our worries.
And finally, and I know I shouldn't bring this up at all, but look at the artist's face--she looks quite displeased, like something unpleasant is near. Now, now, does a certain giant papier-mache-looking V need a little freshening up?