it's ok.....really. you'll feel better, i promise. once your palate has been introduced to the fineries of quality grade smut (yes, i do have standards with my smut) you'll never go back. colors are brighter, sushine is warmer, and rain is wetter than you could have ever imagined. oh, and did i mention, fruit is more ripe and juicier than ever.....just in case you were considering defecting back to a life of decency.
*whispering in INS ear,while feeding him a pear, "we must bring EA into the fold next".*
oh, let me get that juice that's dribbling down your chin....
oh, i'm not going to be responsible for Frisson's moral fiber being reduced to tattered rags!
that explains everything........Effram and his damn glow stick. i've told him a million times about relieving himself in the garden....
oh, i'm not going to be responsible for Frisson's moral fiber being reduced to tattered rags!
that filth has been lurking deep inside you all along missy. you have to learn to cleverly disguise the smut in ambiguously erotic art......at least until we get EA on board. well, it is produce. he can't get too riled up about that.
now i'm craving salad
that explains everything........Effram and his damn glow stick. i've told him a million times about relieving himself in the garden....
no, no, no....you're the school marm. you're supposed to understand these things. art is not smut. the trick is to find unassuming art that under the right filthy gaze, is ripe with smutty innuendo. while art isn't smut (and even that is relative) ogled by the right smutty eyes, and most importantly, a smut-filled heart, smut can be found in all art. Take the apple picture, for instance. Apples are perfectly innocent.....at least they were before we layed eyes on them. Now I bet INS won't be able to drink apple juice without blushing. see what i mean?
i just refute responsibility for the downfall of others. i'll gladly own mine yes! always have a scientific/nutritional justification for the smut. then, not even the government or the FDA can dispute your rights to it. Much less EA.Over here in the UK our government advises us that we should get at least five portions of fruit or vegetable per day!
Also they say that a variety of colours is preferable....
no, no, no....you're the school marm. you're supposed to understand these things. art is not smut. the trick is to find unassuming art that under the right filthy gaze, is ripe with smutty innuendo. while art isn't smut (and even that is relative) ogled by the right smutty eyes, and most importantly, a smut-filled heart, smut can be found in all art. Take the apple picture, for instance. Apples are perfectly innocent.....at least they were before we layed eyes on them. Now I bet INS won't be able to drink apple juice without blushing. see what i mean?
as for moral fiber, mine is threadbare.....next stop, confetti
I'm sorry, have I taken a wrong turn? I was looking for the Rude Fruit class but I seem to have wandered into Art Philosophy...
no, no, no....you're the school marm. you're supposed to understand these things. art is not smut. the trick is to find unassuming art that under the right filthy gaze, is ripe with smutty innuendo. while art isn't smut (and even that is relative) ogled by the right smutty eyes, and most importantly, a smut-filled heart, smut can be found in all art. Take the apple picture, for instance. Apples are perfectly innocent.....at least they were before we layed eyes on them. Now I bet INS won't be able to drink apple juice without blushing. see what i mean?
as for moral fiber, mine is threadbare.....next stop, confetti
I'm sorry, have I taken a wrong turn? I was looking for the Rude Fruit class but I seem to have wandered into Art Philosophy...
NONONONO...you are in the right place. This is Rude Fruit 101. We were just going over the syllabus and the basic history of rude fruit. Ms N&T is just trying to be the teachers pet.
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INS, if you have trouble finding the Rude Fruit class again, just follow the trail of chocolate dripping from my AV. It comes with instructions and everything.
