Daddy Steve's new addition to the garden statuary collection has drawn a curious crowd...
"Where are her arms?"
"Where is her shirt?"
"Where are her arms?"
"Where are her shoes?"
"Where are her arms?"
BR: She's going to get cold without a shirt.
Nicholas Sahara: Well, that was the artistic style back then,
to carve free the model's, er, décolletage.
Noah Conrad: Her what now?
Nicholas Sahara: Her, um, upper lady parts.
Pete Dakota: Boobies!
Nicholas: >Sigh< Don't be crass, Peter.
BR: Alright, I think you've seen enough.
Pete: Hey!
Scot-Michael: Well, I think the bigger mystery is what happened to her arms??
Noah: Aw, she was just working out and
tried to lift weights that were too heavy.
Nicholas: Perhaps in a paroxysm of over-exuberance she threw jazz hands
and the poor dear threw her arms clean out.
Scot-Michael: Really? You can say 'paroxysm of over-exuberance'
but you can't say 'boobies'?
Nicholas: >Sigh< Oh, hush. Don't be crass, Scout.
Kirwan Mahoney: No, no, I know! She was petting her giant cat and
the cat got rabies and went feral and with dripping fangs chewed her arms off!
BR: Alright, lads, on the count of three we all say the answer
at the same time. One...two...three!
All: JAZZ HANDS!!!!
