Luncheon on the Grass – Édouard Manet

Francois: Pierre, this was a stupendous idea of yours to have a bite to eat on this beautiful day.  Now, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but could you tell me why Sophie took all her clothes off?

Pierre: Oh, you know Sophie, she’s always looking to air out the old gash.

Francois: I’m afraid the stench has driven my Lilly to distraction.  She’s off blowing chunks in the grass.  Do you think we might be able to jam some fresh daisies up Sophie’s stink to mask the aroma?

Pierre: Sorry, Francois.  You see, Sophie is terribly allergic to all manner of flora.  It will only take meat, I’m afraid.

Francois: Well, in that case, perhaps she could put her undergarments back on.  This is a picnic, after all, and I fear her pH may be slightly off.

Pierre: Yes, Sophie’s vagina has a storied history of clearing rooms.

Francois: Well, it’s pretty at least; looks like a rose in full bloom.  So red.

Pierre: Yes.  Yes, it does.  Care for a croissant?

Francois: Don’t mind if I do.  I’ll pass on the jelly though.

Pierre: Très bien!