Armstrong Rides the Bull
put up posters of Lance Armstrong all over NYC, above all the entrances to
the subway, culminating in this building-wide poster downtown near Wall
Street across from the bull.
took a picture. Here
assuming the poster will be up until July 25, and then Armstrong
can fade into obscurity for another year. But until then, if you
head downtown in NYC, you can see it.
itís across from the Bull down by Wall Street, lower Manhattan,
leave the bull alone, ok? Especially all you ladies. I
walk past this bull everyday and let me tell you, I feel for the big guy. Passing
female tourists drop all their inhibitions on a dime and
make like a beehive for this bullís behind. It becomes one big party.
You see people taking
pictures while kissing the bull on his rear end, kicking the bull in his
you-know-what's -- especially South American women,
his horns like Debra Winger in Urban Cowboy..
these gals admiring Lance, or the Bull's ass?
don't think that the Statue of David has this problem. Or maybe he
would if they allowed the public to have at him. No wonder the
Italians have put him behind glass all these years. He'd have
nothing left by now after centuries of pawing.
it is this bull has got to have the worst case of blue balls in
the history of inanimate statues. Every day thousands of woman
from across the world have a go at his private parts.
take an adversarial approach to the bull, others get all lovey
it's Wall Street they're having a go at. Or their last boyfriend.
Or maybe it's simply because it's the biggest pair of
you-know-what's they've ever seen.
Anyway the metaphors abound and who
can pass up taking a picture of yourself in a metaphor. One can
only hope that if you ever become famous enough that someone wants
to make a full-sized statue of you, you make sure they give you
some underpants. Or bicycle shorts in Lance Armstrong's case.
like it's the bull's ass.