I’d happily hang that on my wall. The trophy wife would even more cheerfully tear it down, shred it, and set it on fire. But then, she’s the one with taste*.
*Don’t judge her by her taste in men. That was a momentary lapse of reason, a one time thing.
And they laid the baby cephalojesus in a fish tank, and the wise men were sore afraid.
Does PZ know about the following vid? “Eight hands to hold you”?