Sweet shit Jesus, it’s the weekend.

Here’s a joke, as told to me by a German tour guide.

A statue of Adonis and a statue of Aphrodite stare at each other from across a courtyard. They’ve sat there for hundreds of years, meticulously posed, gazing into each other’s eyes, immaculately sculpted, their perfect bodies the pinnacle of male and female figures.

Along comes Cupid, who thinks, what beautiful people, doomed to stare at other for eternity with no contact, no words, no nothing. I bet if they were real, even for an hour, man, they’d fuck like rabbits.

(Ridiculous and sublime).

So, he gives them that chance and they rush toward each other, stare into one another’s eyes and whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Then, they disappear into the bushes and man, the noises that come out of there. Cupid thinks, damn, I guess they really were jonesing for each other. Jesus, that’s some kinda something going on back there.

Finally, as the hour comes to an end, out they come. Adonis says to Aphrodite, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

Aphrodite turns and says, “Yes, but next time, you hold the pigeon and I’ll shit on its head.”

Good night, folks. I’ll be here all week.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 186 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Second Book Of The Tao, Stephen Mitchell
Comics: Kick-Ass v4 3-4, Hit-Girl v2 3-4
Music: In The Jungle Groove, James Brown (misogynistic, for sure, but damn, it still makes you want to move)