The Moose
And there you have it, the moose. I am actually puffing my belly out in this picture to get the full effect, but there is definitely some gut there.
I hesitated to post it, but I have no shame any more. My body is no longer sacred, it is a bag of chemicals and organs and blobs of tissue. It is bent and xrayed and poked and poisoned and zapped. It is felt awkwardly, probingly and intrusively. It is forced into silly gowns that leave it over-exposed. Its viability is dependent on strange, sometimes egomaniacal, doctors. Inside it is churning and bending and fighting. It is the body of a lab rat; and a moose, really, is an upgrade.
posted by Jason Trip at 12:26 AM
4 Comments:
Hey Bullwinkle! Kepp going and you'll have a full keg, just like me!
1:24 PM
That's the sexiest darn moose I've ever seen, hands down! There is no reason for shame - when again in your life will you have carte blanche to fatten up (unless, of course, you become pregnant, in which case you will have larger problems to worry about...)? Throw up that cancer card and proudly expose the moose - you won't have it much longer, I'm sure!
4:25 PM
Oh baby, oh baby...that's hot.
10:41 AM
aw yea baby; just how i like it!!! I might bring my moose up there to graze, But that might scare off the grass. Much love from Texas dawg. "and I said sing me one more song about ol San Antone." listen to some old Pat green; good stuff.
6:08 PM
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