Yeah, I'm not sure just where the "perversion" might be. Pretending that something like an LP doesn't exist might be a perversion, but they're here, they're real, and noticing such does not a perversion make.You know...
A man is an expert on wine, we call him a conisseur.
A man is an expert on dick, we call him a pervert.
You know...
A man is an expert on wine, we call him a connoisseur.
A man is an expert on dick, we call him a pervert.
Yeah, I'm not sure just where the "perversion" might be. Pretending that something like an LP doesn't exist might be a perversion, but they're here, they're real, and noticing such does not a perversion make.
The trouble with the gallery isn't guilt, it's that it's so .... pink. Acres and acres of pink, as far as the eye can see. I do my feeble best to inject a bit of esthetic B&W, but I know I'm just trying to swim upstream.Thank you! You have set my mind at ease. Does that mean I can go into the gallery guilt free now? I reallly am joking, folks!
The trouble with the gallery isn't guilt, it's that it's so .... pink. Acres and acres of pink, as far as the eye can see. I do my feeble best to inject a bit of esthetic B&W, but I know I'm just trying to swim upstream.
You know...
A man is an expert on wine, we call him a connoisseur.
You know...
A man is an expert on wine, we call him a connoisseur.
A man is an expert on dick, we call him a pervert.