I did! I figured out what the Universe was trying to tell me.
It was trying to tell me this:
I need to be OK with people’s inappropriate displays of inappropriate things. Why? Well, it’s a matter of taste. When I examined it, I realized that while I don’t like sweaty/plastic/neon balls I do like some *ahem* slightly questionable/cool stuff. But they probably aren’t for everyone.
I adore Junko Mizuno. I want a mushroom shaped house painted aquamarine and pink with a purple door and I want a two headed cat to live with me in this house and occasionally I want a weird man to drop by and I’ll abuse him with my heart shaped bat. That’s how dedicated I am. In my head. So when I saw you could put this on your car? Oh, you know I flipped my shit.
Instant email to Danny – I NEED THIS TO LIVE.
He disagreed. But then I saw this wall poster
And I was like, – No, Scratch that. I need this to continue feeding your children.
Then he replied, It’s inappropriate.
Me: It’s art!
Danny: It’s naked women and a syringe whip. You have children.
Then as I was about to go home and really argue the Universe sent a pair of balls to calm me down. Maybe wall boobs aren’t the best thing for my house right now. Even if they are Mizuno.
My cool good looking friend posted this and I was like, WANT. I know the caps thing but really, when I start on this kick it’s all or nothing. I started to ebay but then I realized that it would be sacrilegious and phony. See, I don’t believe that Jesus should molest children. So putting this on my wall would be a lie.
Then my other gorgeous friend was like, ‘you should get a Flaming Lips fetus.’ and I was like, ‘the wha?’ Then I wanted one. And I still want one. So pony up bitches cause my birthday is in 5 months.
Thank you Universe. I have seen the light…so, um, now you can tuck those things away. Thanks again, hugs and kisses to the Moon.