
Let's start off with the obvious, I like Frida Kahlo. She was very attractive. I totally dig her art. And her bisexuality? Yum! She's on the left, Salma Hayek with a 5:00 shadow pretending to be her is on the right. Yum and yum.
Painter Frida: How come my paintings aren't selling better?
Agent Bob: The paintings are super, babe, but let's loose the eyebrow. Take a razor or wax or a tweezer and let's clear a half inch path right there. And then get those 47 self portraits and some Benjamin Moore Cappacino Cream and daub a bit of paint on everyone of those beautiful faces right where your nose meets your forehead. We're talking serious dinero. I'll sell everyone of 'em tomorrow.
Painter Frida: Okay, Hasta manana.
Agent Bob: One more thing, Sweet Cheeks. Put the e back in your name. Frida? What is that? You're asking for a million typos.
Here's the original Frido Kahlo painting called Mi Nana y Yo:

So I took a photo of Salma Hayek looking for all the world like a Fertility Goddess.




Was I trying too hard? Sí. Do I deserve to be sodomized by a Big Dan? Hey Dan, how about you don't laugh and never come back and we call it even?
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