Leaving no stone unturned

I would describe my Uncle Sam outing at Bacchus to be a huge success.  Only two anatomical drawings.  One, simply vulgar; the other elaborate and, if you're of a mood, quite lovely.  There is a high probability that both will soon be gessoed over.

This young woman contented herself with decorating the underside of Uncle Sam's package.  Which I thought was lovely and whatever she wrote under there will likely remain intact.

This is what she inscribed ...

Don't get it.
Me neither.
Maybe we're not in the demo.
Maybe.


The only bad part of the evening was that the handtruck self-destructed while I was dragging it and myself home.  At least it wasn't raining.