Le déjeuner sur l’herbe, by Edouard Manet, 1863
"Well she’s not wet," said the woman. "This is not a picture of bathers. Looks to me like she’s deciding which of these two she’s going to bonk in the bushes." … "Unless she’s already done the deed," continued the woman. "Look, their lunch is tossed all over the place. That expression on her face—she seems to be saying, ‘Absolutely,  I fucked them both. In the weeds. On our lunch.’"
— from Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art by Christopher Moore

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Le déjeuner sur l’herbe, by Edouard Manet, 1863

"Well she’s not wet," said the woman. "This is not a picture of bathers. Looks to me like she’s deciding which of these two she’s going to bonk in the bushes." … "Unless she’s already done the deed," continued the woman. "Look, their lunch is tossed all over the place. That expression on her face—she seems to be saying, ‘Absolutely,  I fucked them both. In the weeds. On our lunch.’"

— from Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art by Christopher Moore

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