I am occasionally a particularly obtuse shade of naive. This is one of those times.

I totally don’t get it and I’m not afraid to admit it in the hopes that you will take pity on me and explain off to the side.

Also I’m having trouble picturing a penis, no matter the degree of flacidity, successfully being used as a balloon animal substitute, so to speak.

BOATS, DID YOU SAY?

Hey, Matt Querzoli , care to provide a clue as to these human sock puppets' motivations? Jules ?

Dang. I wouldn’t have been able to resist going, either. ☺

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.