Monday, May 24, 2010

Play with your food.

Mother said don't play with your food.

But Mother had eight arms, and didn't speak well underwater. Nor did she mention that a good place to pick up food was under the bridge on the way to the seafront. She also failed to mention how cool a white blazer, bowler, wingtips and bow tie looked together. So play with my food I will.
Animal Fashions. One week from Friday, June 4. IndyInk. See you then.

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