Looks like a chocolate starfish.
What better imagery is there for an AIDS Memorial than a pooper?
HT/ JD Hasty
Looks like a chocolate starfish.
What better imagery is there for an AIDS Memorial than a pooper?
HT/ JD Hasty
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Needs blood and pus with a smear of shit.
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
BLEACHED!
My first thought when I saw the picture was “bottom side of a dead sea urchin”. I wonder if there’s a Freudian interpretation of that?
What the hell message is the artist trying to convey? Is the artist a fudgepacker or is he making fun of fudgepackers?
keep celebrating anal sex, yo!
I had AIDS patients that weren’t, as far as I know, rump rangers. They weren’t so good at checking the blood supply early on.
That shit ain’t no joke, neither. The opportunistic infections presented a different challenge every time, and some of them were pretty brutal.
Good luck enjoying your next everything bagel…..
Well, maybe it was done on purpose since their kind loves holes – butt or glory.
You could not make it up if you tried.
What is planned for the VAIDS memorial sculpture?
Needs some red swollen roids.
Made them the butt of the joke? Hell, it damn near rectum.
Ahh… the perfect a$$hole.
😂😂😂 omg
Can’t blame this on an artist. This is not art. If a person with no skills, aptitude, or experience can duplicate something like this, it is not art. A monument to cranial damage from drugs maybe.
Bundt pan?
$500K for a asshole, by an idiot. I suppose I’m the wrong color and gender to cash in on this farce.
Whoopie cushion. Fitting tribute to rump rangers.
Asshole
Infected
Don’t
Screw
is it supposed to look recently penatrated?
Brad- i dare you to drive down and splash some red paint on it.
Jethro
A couple years ago the wife and I drove from our home here in NorCal to the Phoenix area. We ended up spending the night in Palm Springs. Checked into a hotel around 9:00 PM and then went in search of someplace to get dinner. I spotted what looked to be a good place to eat. As we get closer the wife stops in her tracks and says, there’s not one woman in that place. Yikes. It was like that all over. we finally found a little Mex joint that had couples in it. We passed several store fronts with leather bondage equipment. That place is smoken gay. I’ll bet the men out number the women about 50 to 1 in that town. To bad. Pretty place.
A large asterix would work as well. Kurt Vonnegut pictured an asshole as a * in his novel The Breakfast Of Champions.
A asshole should not be well received in the first place. It has one function only to eliminate waste from the human body and no other purpose, period.
@Smudge, you bust ruined bundt cakes for me. Might as well get rid of my bundt pan. Thanks.
😂
@SNS and it will happen again as far as the blood supply goes since gays can now donate.
In the beginning my neighbor volunteered to feed AIDS patients at Metro Hospital in Cleveland. The nurses were afraid of getting infected simply by helping a patient eat.
Sphincter!
Memorial?
More like a reminder not to go places you shouldn’t.
I need tp for my bunghole
https://youtu.be/tmqnCTM2j7M?si=UhiovYABdKKH6Z1M
Brad,
Palm Springs.
Heck, I even know it’s their Mecca.
Then again, I actually Live in Toronto
Cheers!
Kcir
Obviously, we don’t run in the same circles. LOL. Sonny Bono’s spinning in his grave. That was actually about 2 years ago. Time flies.
Wait’ll Peter Bungigag sees that enormous starfish hole. He’ll dive through it head first.
Brad TUESDAY, 19 SEPTEMBER 2023, 17:59 AT 5:59 PM
…the very first time I went to Detroit was with a bunch of guys from various area K-Mart stores in the region (back when they were HUGE) because we were all from (pre-Penske) Auto Centers and at the time they had centralized training in brakes and suspensions there. The company put us up in this incredible hotel on Eight Mile (WAY before Eminem made it famous) with jimmy marks on every door and visits from every branch of Law Enforcement every night, and only the fact we were a bunch of guys together and the fact we looked as poor as you’d expect young K-Mart employees to look kept us from being robbed.
But being young, stupid males out on a toot in a strange city, we had to go out looking for trouble, and we thought we had it near at hand. There waz this pub across the street with some bland Irisish name, Paddy O’Shanes or sonething, and shamrock motif that seemed like as good a place to pregame a good drunk, so we went in.
Being young guys, we were also looking for chicks.
Which was oddly not easy there.
“Guys, there’s no women here”.
“Of COURSE there’s chicks! Just not at the bar!”
“Hey, there’s one! Look, they’re kissing!”
“Uhhh, that’s not a chick. Neither one of them is.”
…we left very quickly after that, decamping to a place called the “Zoo”, probably because of the girls dancing in cages, but that’s a different story for another day…
I always said that if they just would’ve sat on their asses & kept their mouths shut they would’ve cured it
….. but, nooooooooooooooooo
Cue the Limp Bizkit reunion lol
Anyway, while I realize that AIDS and HIV are hazardous, deadly even, to all humans, it could be safely assumed that it is statistically a disease that concerns the homosexual crowd the most. But yet we’re told it’s not a gay disease. Then why is it that the vast majority of the couples depicted in the HIV/AIDS drug commercials are predominately homosexual? Sam Kinison has got to be laughing his ass off about now.
Backhole.
Looks like a sphincter.
“The next iteration of the revised design will be shared with the community later this year.”
They’ll just put a marble pole through it and call it a mortar and pestle.
Doesn’t look a bit like a walking cadaver.
Partially dissolved wintergreen Lifesaver, or bleached anus?
You decide.
Don’t forget to consider the source.