ART

ART

Once there was a very attractive girl with well developed breast.  She was very popular.  Everyone wanted to be her friend.  She was invited to all the parties

When she went to the ball it was warm, the lights sparkled and there was laughter all around.  EVERYONE wanted to dance with her.

While the music played inside, outside standing by himself in the cold was an artist.  He wasn't very attractive.  Actually he was cold, broke, dirty and hungry. Nobody paid any attention to him.  Under his arm he had some drawings he was trying to sell to get something to eat.  There were no takers.

The years passed by, her beauty like a flower began to fade.  Her large, ample breasts began to sag.  Younger and prettier girls began to get more attention than her.  She caught her husband with another woman, her boyfriend with another man.

He on the other hand continued to draw. He did this for years with little or no recognition.  It was a long, hard, cold, difficult existence.  Sometimes he was so lonely he wondered if he existed. He was so ignored he thought he was invisible.  The good news was, he had a lot of time to practice.

Thru perseverance, hard work and dedication his work slowly improved.  Modest sales began to improve.

When she got out of rehab for the third time they met at an exhibition of his work.  She thought his work was beautiful.  She bought some then tried to seduce him.

He felt sorry for her so he went to the bed with her but was "turned off" by her flabby breast that hung to her stomach.