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ahduno…i think my mom’s better
okay, not better, exactly. but the greatest, yes.
ok, do you realize how phallic your painting is?
what’s “up” with that?
Nice pic, Chris.
My Mom is The Greatest… For Me!!
So have No Doubt that Your Mom is The Greatest For You 🙂
Laura… thanks for taking something honest and pure and making it nasty.
Oh, WHAT-ever…. Can I help it if I’m observant? You never got past the third phase of pyscho-sexual development. You were what… 3 when you discovered your willy?… and you haven’t evolved since. But it’s a lovely picture…. no, really… I wonder how it would look over the sofa…
Observant? Try rude. Those are quite possibly the two meanest things anyone has ever posted on my blog. First, making fun of a painting I did for my mom… then this attack on my development.
It seems to me that the person still hung up in the phallic stage is the person who sees it in a simple painting of mother and child. Or perhaps you are still experiencing penis envy?
Hmmmmm. You could be right. On the other hand, bite me.
Nice