Culture on the Cheap
Close Encounters of the Turd Kind
When I saw the following at 144 Franklin Street today two words came to mind (after the requisite What the fuck?): anal probe.
It makes sense that extra-terrestrials would troll this neighborhood for research subjects. The more colorful citizens here drop trou in public with disquieting regularity anyway, so why not “catch them with their pants down”? Literally.
I’d even go so far as to conjecture that some of the test subjects probably like it. It’s a “win”/”win” situation for all involved!
Regardless, I am happy to know that they use protection. I wonder if they use the rubber fingertips to phone home?