You know the one. More importantly, they know the one. How many times have you been laying on your soiled sheets in the arms of one of your many lovers, staring at the horrific slathers of paint above your head? Now think about this: How many times has even one of the plethora of sexy time participants mentioned liking that Poopy looking canvas?
That’s right. The government’s been watching that painting. Mulder has a file on it. You need to throw it out, burn it, toss it from the window on your next flight home to see mom. Why won’t they pass on this pertinent knowledge to you? That’s not really what they mean by “Dept of Interior”.
Accidentally Fasting 