There are so many ways to go wrong here that with the gendered ambiguity firing every junior high humor neuron in me simultaneously.
There is great enjoyment in being given a parameter outside the scope of my inherent self-cannibalization and my go to repertoire of possibilities. So for the usual “would you donate some art for a fund raiser”, why yes, yes I will. In this case I was given a bent plywood skateboard to work with. Initial gloss viewing called to mind feminine gender references which quickly was flipped to a two head phallus…so i literally split the difference and kept the ambiguity…somewhere between do your boobs hang low can you tie em in a knot can you tie em in a bow and being well hung. If i didn’t make myself laugh, who would? Perhaps this is a side effect of my mom making us figure out how to manage our own boredom without being a couch potato. Of course I may just be demented. There is some evidence for that conclusion.0