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Ok, your art project is done, the swings are not being used anymore.
Please take them down. They didn’t even work all that well as swings, with the ropes being of uneven length, the swinging was all wobbly, and I did not enjoy them. —Babette

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  1. BABETTE MISCONCEIVES THE PURPOSE OF ART

    “Please take them down. They didn’t work all that well as swings, with the ropes being of uneven length, the swinging was all wobbly, and I did not enjoy them.” Babette

    Babette must understand that works of art like the red swings are not to be assessed on their utilitarian value. In other words, their value as art is not to be equated with how they worked as swings, how they were all wobbly, and how Babette did not enjoy them. The swings are art and stand above such pedestrian concerns. Babette must enroll in some art courses.

    Avatar #94: A Shilling from the reign of James I. (“Is there no end to his knowledge?” The Coast)

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  2. Red Swings??

    Were they perhaps in the house of ill repute in the red light district of A’Dam where MM sat across mesmerized by the beautiful creatures who sat in them, as i can picture myself having been there to enjoy as well?

    The intent of the uneven lengths of rope was to give the viewer of magnificent labia, a contrast of the moist delicate folds a different perspective of just how lovely they are in comparison to a normal position. The real motive though was to see if it perked up enough interest for a person to make the journey across the street to investigate.

    The real question is: Did MM make that journey across the street?

  3. Fun fact: in my WWII seminar I’d always think of waffles every time we’d discuss the Luftwaffe.

  4. You couldn’t get me there even if you super-glued my nuts to a canon ball and shot it at the seminar entrance.

  5. RSVPS

    : Klyde (12/03, 10:20AM)

    An excellent point Klyde, one I must admit I never made myself. I see that you have given this some thought. Yes, the uneven ropes on the red swing may well been in one of the girls’ rooms and have given the viewer a tantalizing glimpse of her thrusting, magnificent labia with which all the girls, as is well-known, are amply endowed. But it wasn’t necessary to cross the street because, (a) the streets in Amsterdam’s Red Light District are pedestrian only and (b) my nose was continually pressed up against the window.

    : Zwarte Miet(y) (11:15AM)

    That wasn’t Ivan at the window. It was me. Ivan must have been wearing a Montrealman mask in the leather bar to confuse you. He often wears a disguise, usually when he frequents the Red Light ladies, but I guess he’s a switch-hitter. It sure seems to have confused you.

    :Ivan Sonofabitch (12:38PM)

    “I can attest to that.”

    I believe Ivan is trying to confuse you further, Blacky (may I call you “Blacky”?) His dissembling is well known. He usually throws in some bull about the Luftwaffe to conceal the flatulent vacuity of his assertions.

    : The Dribbling Half-Wit (1:19PM)

    I wouldn’t mind super-glueing your nuts to a “canon” (sic) ball and shooting it at the seminar entrance. Maybe it would stop the dribble.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  6. Mo Man does seem a little ‘blue’ lately, Uncle Ivan.

    Zed: ‘… my nuts….’

    Shenanigans ^^

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