In fact, all this does is raise questions. Maybe it would be a useful trophy at some sort of Unitarian Universalist event, or maybe the second-runner-up prize in an Absurdist award ceremony. The winner was given three differing descriptions of the color “orange” written on Wendy’s receipts.
Here, have a leg.
It’s best not to ask where the leg came from (although we might surmise some place classy). But with that ham-sized gorilla paw, there probably wasn’t a lot of struggling involved.
Is it a bud vase? Some strange cornucopia that spills forth an abundance of gently-used cosmetics? A horn, that, when Gabriel blows it, announces the Apocalypse half-time show? I don’t know.
But I suspect Oaxaca knows. My vast research on the subject (Hello, Wikipedia) has not turned up any useful tidbits. I’m going to blithely assume this is Oaxaca’s national bird.
A fine moment of your time in Oaxaca. You’ll never forget your evening with the charming and easily-commodetizable lady with the lovely thigh high garters and fishnets and the one wooden leg. Boy, could she drink. And dance. The evening was magical, except for the splinters.
Salvation Army on 183 and Burnet, Austin