On My Father

 

I can't say I really give a crap about any of the other works of art and architecture my dad showed me from last summer's trip to Paris, but this one kind of sums up who my father can be at the best of times.

My father is the type of man who, when everyone is crowding in front of the Venus de Milo to get the best possible photo, will walk around to be the only person taking a photo of her ass.

God bless him. The Louvre probably wasn't very amused.