Sorting out all the strings and limbs on this little guy…girl…androgyne…was a trick. But well worth the effort.
I think we have our next presidential candidate. Able to go left and right at the same time, and absolutely no distinguishing characteristics. We have a winner!
I think this is a cultural referent I’m just lacking–some sort of mezoamerican night-and-day deity, perhaps, or the four-armed faceless Hindu god/dess of baguettes. Who did his hair, though? It’s sort of like Carrot Top, but funnier.
Got your finger! Wait, got MY finger. That’s not how that joke works. Darn it, how am I going to hold my fourth baguette?
For his final miracle before ascending into heaven, he mystically fit the hot dog into the hoagie bun without a knife. Dozens of people in hundreds of towns saw the vision and were most impressed. Now ensconced in the clouds he symbolizes the sun setting in the evening sky, which, as we all know, is time for hot dogs.
Goodwill on Riverside near Mo-Pac, Austin
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