Billy Ocean is a Queef Recipient

Suddenly...



... it was Sunday.... Sunday Afternoon... And I had consumed some cool, cold, genuine, draft-poured Coors. Original Coors.

And decided, hey, why not get high? To Reward Myself?

And, well, since it is Sunday and all, why not have a Pepsi and Wild Turkey? Well, maybe a Double? Ok, no bigger than Half and Half?

And why not capture the essence of the moment, the veritable tableau of existence, in a digital photograph?

Why not indeed.

High atop heavenly encampments, Angels wept, bled, orgied, and feigned interest.