As a reminder, while we were on our tour of cities along the Seine, we saw a lot of sculptures. I happen to quite like sculpture, but at certain point, I hit information overload and my way of coping was imagining what the sculptures were thinking. For your viewing pleasure, I’ve been sharing their inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Here’s another. Fair warning: statues are crass.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to work from home. I don’t even have to get dressed in the morning. Every day is casual Friday around here, bitchez! 24/7 naked time!! But damn, all that typing and jerking off. I think I’m getting carpal tunnel syndrome…”

Continuing on with the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw in France:

“Okay, Jenn, you balance the toilet paper roll on your head and I’ll take the selfie and sext it to Brian. Then we can live stream our pillow fight!”