gifted

Last night's festivities were all a sloth could hope for and so much more. In addition to the usual mayhem, crooning, yodeling, nudity, spaz- and dork-dancing plus sushi plus copious flowing bev, there were also prezzies: books, a spa day, fine wines, chocolates, and a pair of BLOGGER COLLAB PAINTINGS for one lucky sloth! The Clown Pussy Dancers drove up in their clown car (she's a roomy ride) and presented 2 works of unutterable beauty...

Ready? Here's the first one:




And here's number 2:



I cannot decide which one I like better... both are stunning works of GENIUS. They're now enshrined in Log, which has been cleared of all other objects. I gave everything else away to random people on the street. Kept a few tracklights for obvious reasons...

Suggested titles include:

adventures in clown pussy

tight: clown pussy and the human condition (this might be the title of the accompanying essay)

what lies beneath

the quest for excellence

Clown Pussy--the new Avant Gard.

Clown Pussy--The Unfold Story on VH1.

Clown Pussy -- Behind the rainbow pubes

Clown Pussy: It's what's for dinner.

Sylvia Plath and Her Monsterous Double at the Crossroads of Clown Pussy: It's Whats for Dinner

Western Society at the Crossroads of Clown Pussy's Rainbow Pubes: Into the Void

Kiss of the BrownStarfuckers®

Your Tongue, My Face, Now.

The Advantages of Being a Clown Pussy

From Clams to Clown Pussies: One Hundred Years of Freshly Folded Labia with Hairy Parts

Today will be spent ruminating on these titles and other weighty philosophical issues -- you young'uns might not know this, but when you get old, you start to think about the great mysteries of life, such as How Late Is Too Late To Change Out Of One's Pajamas? and Who The Hell Is Going To Do These Dishes... Cat, Why Don't You Get Off Your Furry Ass and Pitch In Once In Awhile?