My dad cried when he saw the Statue of David in the seventies.
He hung huge cheap prints in his foyer years later. I thought it was weird.
I’d always stare up at David’s penises - these Greek dongs poking me in my eyes.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
My dad cried when he saw the Statue of David in the seventies.
He hung huge cheap prints in his foyer years later. I thought it was weird.
I’d always stare up at David’s penises - these Greek dongs poking me in my eyes.
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