Mona Lisa

Don’t ask me what I’m thinking just appreciate my smile I was sitting there and drinking as his painting took a while Sitting there for hours on end while da Vinci made fine art gave me the numbest buttocks and I could barely move to fart That accounts for the enigmatic wry expression on my face You’d have a similar ambiguous look if asked to pose demure and chaste
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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