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You call it “taking a soak”. I call it “getting rid of Black once and for all”.
I really would have appreciated some doodle nudity (doodity?) here.
I bet right about now his calves feel numb and he’s got those red indentations behind his knees, and guess what? He could care less. As long as the waters hot, the bubbles are aromatic, and the shower curtain doesn’t smell like a dead cat.
That looks a little “goodbye cruel world!” to me. Don’t give up!
I’m with Frodo. Where’s the nudity? After all, art is like nudity and stuff.