Imagine you’re 73 years old. Imagine you live in Everett, Washington, happily surrounded by your five children and seven grandchildren. And then, one day, sometime between Bingo and the evening news, inspiration strikes and you decide to PAINT EYES ON SOMEONE’S ASS.
Even better, when later the, um, artist (designer? Prop manager?) was interviewed about the sources of such unusual inspiration, the aforementioned grandfather of seven said that the idea came to him when he was checking out “a woman walking past him” and thought her ass was winking it at him.
All designs are hand-painted according to the individual landscape of your butt. ”
I have nothing to add to this kind of artistic fervor.
Except, maybe this:
