Now a lost work of art from Boccaccio, the author of The Decameron.
I was wandering about my study today. It's good that the plague came when it did. I didn't used to be able to walk around without my undergarments on. My neighbors called the bobbies on me every other night because of lewd and drunken behavior.
Whatever I do in the privacy of my own home or in front of the privacy of other people's homes is my own business, I say. They used to say that it was inappropriate to dance in the nude in front of their house because they had a young girl of 4 or 5 years. What did they think I was doing it for? Did they think I enjoy waving my privates about in the freezing night air? I did, but that wasn't the only reason I was doing it. The art of seduction is subtle and loud, drunken and stammering, naked and beautiful.
It doesn't matter, the plague is the perfect alibi for their murders. I need ale. If you have ale, throw it on the ground and allow me to lick it up off the pavement like a dog or a mop. It will be humorous for you and, eventually, it will be humorous for me too.
I wonder how the public will respond to my new artform. They've been clamoring for a source of relief for years now. I'm thinking about covering nude males in my writing and have them frolic across the barren fields of dead citizens, far too fast too possibly be read.
Letter from Jim Bob McGillicutty to Jeebus Poopenfrank
I was wandering about my study today. It's good that the plague came when it did. I didn't used to be able to walk around without my undergarments on. My neighbors called the bobbies on me every other night because of lewd and drunken behavior.
Whatever I do in the privacy of my own home or in front of the privacy of other people's homes is my own business, I say. They used to say that it was inappropriate to dance in the nude in front of their house because they had a young girl of 4 or 5 years. What did they think I was doing it for? Did they think I enjoy waving my privates about in the freezing night air? I did, but that wasn't the only reason I was doing it. The art of seduction is subtle and loud, drunken and stammering, naked and beautiful.
It doesn't matter, the plague is the perfect alibi for their murders. I need ale. If you have ale, throw it on the ground and allow me to lick it up off the pavement like a dog or a mop. It will be humorous for you and, eventually, it will be humorous for me too.
I wonder how the public will respond to my new artform. They've been clamoring for a source of relief for years now. I'm thinking about covering nude males in my writing and have them frolic across the barren fields of dead citizens, far too fast too possibly be read.
Letter from Jim Bob McGillicutty to Jeebus Poopenfrank
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