I found this picture six months ago:
It inspired me in so many, many ways – not the least of which was, Can’t I do that, too? What if I tried to fit into as many rectangles as possible, documented it with photographic evidence, and then posted it to my blizzog? What if I went to Ikea (home of many rectangles) and took advantage of the parallelograms?
God, that was a brilliant idea. I tried to get Joe Shmoe to go to Ikea with me, but he wouldn’t (Joe, maybe that’s what being a pussy feels like). Luckily along came Curtis, who not only accompanied me to Ikea, but dressed all in black and executed our photo sesh with pizzazz.
Unfortunately, the (non-rectangular) camera that I bought at the CVS lost all of our pictures. There is no photographic evidence of, say, me climbing in between the rectangular shelves of a rectangular wardrobe or Curtis lying flat under a rectangular couch. Hopefully one day some photos like this will come to light.
For now the naked girl in the laundry basket will have to do.