The adults on the street got all atwitter anytime he stepped out of his house.
“There he is, it’s Filthy Frank,” they’d whisper in clandestine tones, the women instinctively shielding their breasts with folded arms.
But the kids, they didn’t get it.
“Frank doesn’t look filthy to me,” the Steeple’s son said one day.
“I know! My arms and hands have layers of grit on top of streaks of dried mucous, and no one calls ME filthy,” the ripe son of the Mooneys added.
But what the neighborhood kids were too young to realize was that there are several definitions of “filthy.” And Frank was the sort of “filthy” who invented variations of the Dirty Sanchez while on a bathroom break at the Adult Bookstore and waved to their mommies in special ways when no one was looking.
frank may be filthy… but he’s awesome.
though, he does look a little pervy the more i stare at him.
if anything were to ever make me squee… it would be your stories.
March 9th, 2009 6:40pm Christina Harrison said “squee.”
He keeps looking at my boobs!
Isn’t he an asshole??
Love Frank’s expression. Lol. He doesn’t look like he’s got wholesome thoughts going on in there. =)
:) Thanks for looking!
Perfect marriage of art and story. The story brings the painting to life, the expression is perfect!
Aw, thanks Bill! And you guys got to see him before he made his big debut, lol!
True! But I didn’t have the story and the story gives life to the painting.