“i’m p. sure your soul is either floral or polka dotted”
#gigglesnort #yes #cinquespotted
my favorite tidbit about rome is that in the mid-1800s one of the popes didnt like the statues in rome having dicks so he ordered them knocked off. fast forward to the last decade or so and art historians in conjunction with the vatican are trying to erm. restore. the statues. but the dicks were just. kept in a box. so art historians are going around rome, with a box of dicks, trying to match them up to their owner.
First, I am so glad that my legacy is secured and that if I were to die there are people who would be like “she just loved dicks so much” and make sure that my memorial brick/bench said SEND NOODZ.
Second, the thing I love best about this is not thinking about the frazzled art historian, buried deep in their dick research, trying to match various shades of stone and doing sketches about how weather may have affected statues groins, but the idea that they might do this in broad daylight.
Can you imagine saving your whole life to go on a family vacation to Rome? Or maybe it’s your honeymoon? Maybe you just got divorced and this is your present to yourself? And you are in Rome and you are sitting in an outdoor cafe, taking in the sights, feeling alive and then there is someone going up to a statue, pulling dicks out of a bag, a look of deep concentration on their face while the put a bunch next to it.
Like. What story would you tell yourself about that? How would you even react?
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