I'm retired. I need a new hobby. I could become and artist and sell my works at cafes and art fairs!
And (gulp) maybe some day to museums!
Really! No goal is too lofty for me. I am Lou Clyde. I just have to aim high and persevere!
So I bought Gestalta as an investment to help me hone and perfect my drawing skills.
It was Dave who told me I had the artistic talents of a Pictionary playing sloth.
Thanks, Dave, for crushing my dreams.
And I wasted $5.99 plus tax on my Gestalta. I decided to put him on the mantel next to my mannequin leg.
It was Kimmy who told me my Gestalta was creepy.
I took another look at him and I had to agree. He was naked. Did I really want porn on my mantel?
He needed clothes, and I was hoping Barbie would lend him something. It turns out that Gestalta is big-boned compared to Barbie, and, unfortunately, the only thing that fit was her bathing suit.
It was Luke who told me that my bikini clad Gestalta was even creepier than porn star Gestalta.
At this point I was getting really annoyed at the lack of support and respect I was receiving from my family.
But I guess Luke had a point.
So I gave transgender Gestalta a beautiful head of hair. Except it was uneven.
And the light bulb went off again.
I'm retired. I need a new hobby.
I can become a hairdresser!