Why did all the Roman ladies like Spartacus so much?  Because he was hung like this!   https://youtu.be/XIBZeEsa5fo Laugh, damn you, laugh.    

  Simon saw a humped thing suddenly sit up on the top and look down at him. The flies had found the figure too. The life-like movement would scare them off for a moment so that they made a dark cloud round the head. Then as the blue material of the parachute collapsed the corpulent figure would bow forward, sighing, and the flies settle once more. Simon felt his knees smack the rock. He crawled forward and soon he understood. The tangle of lines showed him the mechanics of this parody; he examined the white nasal bones, the teeth, the colors of corruption. He saw how pitilessly the layers of rubber and canvas held together the poor body that should be rotting away. Then the wind blew again and the figure lifted, bowed, and breathed foully at him. Simon knelt on all fours and was sick till his stomach was empty. Then he took the lines in his hands; freed them from the rocks and the figure from the wind's indignity.  Now a great wind blew the rain sideways, cascading the water from t

But who's monstering who? 

While stuck in traffic one afternoon on the Corpus Christi bridge, Billy daydreams about demonstrating his regard, no, affection - for his fellow Texans.  Wátchle, pendejos!

 A 1960's hippie fox girl inspired by the 1969 song by Mama Cass (of the Mamas and the Papas)-from sketch~ To finished painting~ To video with the song that inspired it~

Cheat my friends outa their muskrat hides?  We'all here in Texas practice fair play, partner .  Stand by for justice! From Red Rabbit #9, January 1948.  Dearfield Publishing.  Etta Hulme, artist.  And-   I truly hope that most of you realize what an abomination this cartoon is.  Red Rabbit's pretty hot though, ya gotta admit.   Us Texas rabbits are hot stuff, for sure, but really .  Someone throw a bucket of water on Red, he's flaming! Red Rabbit #19, February 1951.  Dearfield Publications.  Etta Hulme, artist.

God - You will have to give up your human appearance, your friends, your family.  You will be covered in fur and the entire world shall be your enemy.  You can no longer have a place in society and your trousers will need a hole in them for your tail.  Buck shall be thy teeth.  Are you truly ready for this change, my son? Me - Are we going to stand here yakking all day or do I get my deepest wish?  Your call, Sir. God - Impudent creature!  From now on you shall be hunted and preyed upon by The Thousand, and when they catch you they shall kill you.  But... first they must catch you. Me - Oh, hell yes , super great!!  (twitches nose, wiggles ears, admires new body).  And fuck a bunch of predators, I'll show them who's King of the Forest.  Don't need pants anymore anyway, ha ha.  (thumps right foot vigorously).  One at a time, ladies...one at a time! God - Oy gevalt, such tsuris he is.  Feh. Illustration from The Adventures Of Benjamin Pink , Garth Williams.  1951.