Shaping Sense

The Paramaterial Phantasy
You’ve been lactated, son!

You’ve been lactated, son!

The Master of the Revels only approved the Triumph’s woman-making-out-with-a-swan chariot if the parade director classed things up with a tambourine-playing elephant rider.

The Master of the Revels only approved the Triumph’s woman-making-out-with-a-swan chariot if the parade director classed things up with a tambourine-playing elephant rider.

The middle woman is disappointed with the “Passionate Shepherd’s Nudist Retreat” snack options.

The middle woman is disappointed with the “Passionate Shepherd’s Nudist Retreat” snack options.

"Were you checking out my ass? …So was I!"

"Were you checking out my ass? …So was I!"

The Lords and Ladies decided against the pool due to a high chance of doodie. “Spaulding, no!”

The Lords and Ladies decided against the pool due to a high chance of doodie. “Spaulding, no!”

It is the soul which sees, and not the eye.

—Descartes