I painted this last weekend in beeeautiful sunny Southern California while those poor snotty football players were freezing their cojones off in the frozen tundra of the North. Here’s what I don’t understand: why is there a football team in places where playing is inhumane? Who’s original brainstorm was that? And how do they even get so good at playing in those conditions? You just have to pity those poor filthy rich cute sexy built hulks.
And while you’re at it, as you look at the scenery here where I was painting you might ask yourself – where did poor Lisa go to the bathroom?