After he fled from the castrating devils at Ironwood, Carlton had a difficult time. In fact, he had several difficult times. There was little scavenging to be done in Marana, Arizona and he nearly starved before flying to Phoenix. Once there, he fell in with a carefree collection of vagrants and scofflaws. Many were military veterans. Some were simply bums, alcoholics, and dope fiends. They treated him well, though, and he was fast accepted as one of the boys. Few noticed that he was a pig. He was admired for his ability to acquire a seemingly endless supply of half-eaten hamburgers and packages of french fries from dumpsters. Like his new friends, he spent most days sleeping. His hoofs grew long and pointed. After dark, he made daily trips to Saguaro Lake where he played in the water and was able to drink his fill.
That was a bad idea, by any stretch of the imagination. I know art is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder but......... I don't want that thing in my eye.
Last of his kind??? Seems to be a popular trend these days.
https://youtu.be/N1HqfDQezy0
That was a bad idea, by any stretch of the imagination. I know art is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder but......... I don't want that thing in my eye.
Excellent way you gradually built up to the punchline.
Looking at the statue brought a memory back about a Saturday Night Live skit with Steve Martin and Bill Murray called "What the Hell is That"?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DU_Gd623HJo
Looks like Carlton fell in with a rough crowd. At least they treat him well.
Carlton’s reaction to the giant phallic ten million dollar monstrosity was much more forgiving and open minded than mine own.
I like reading about Carlton's adventures, even if I don't understand them.
Who would ever have thought that Carlton is an art connoisseur?
LOL!