I could think of several politicians and prominent individuals who would make a Jackson Pollock if they ate a bullet. Leadership needs to get so much better than this.
When you’re making love in the missionary position and while you are fully thrusted in you pause and proceed to push out a bowel movement that curls down and lightly brushes the anus of your partner leaving a brown abstract painting on the the partners stink wrinkle.
She said she was into art so I gave her The Jackson Pollock last night. It was majestic.
An act of waking a person by blasting them with diarrhea while yelling "It's ART"!
All through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for fuckin Tom who just pulled a Jackson Pollock Wake Up Maneuver in poor little Cindy Lou, that twat, waking everyone to see his newest masterpiece.
The Jackson Pollock Wake Up Maneuver wins again...