So, when Manni gave me a framed and personalized piece of artwork for X-mas, it wasn't something I could bury under a pile of stuff like so many other generous gifts that are sometimes banished to. Elated by his gesture, I was astounded by Manni's illustration. I didn't know what to say. The implications of the image were immature [to say the least] yet heartfelt. Especially since I [think] know what his warped intentions were. Alas, the art was unfortunately buried under the pile of banished gifts until I rediscovered it just recently.
Perhaps I was feeling forgiving? Maybe I felt my apartment needed that little extra something to jar the senses? Whatever it was, I decided to hang Manni's precious drawing up above my toilet. I pee while chuckling to this...thing...a few times a day.