Gettin’ his nails did. Good for you lion
“My, I bet you monsters lead interesting lives. I said to my girlfriend just the other day - Gee, I’ll bet monsters are interesting, I said. And I’ll bet you meet a lot of interesting people, too. I’m always interested in meeting interesting people. Now let’s dip our patties in the water!”
I miss Looney Tunes so much.
Maybe, originally it was a perfect rendition of a lion but a hundred years later, it got rubbed off and some old lady thought she’d fix it.
It’s happened before!
The painting you’re referring to was made in 1930 and the botched restoration was done in 2012, so less than 100 years.
Do you have the name of the piece? I would love to see it
(And I always have to resist adding “qui est faba” to that name whenever I think about it.)
No pictures from 15th century so there’s no definitive proof lions DIDN’T look like that hundreds of years ago…
For someone who’s never seen a lion, that’s pretty accurate.
That lion has seen some shit
That’s what they look like every time they get their nails done, duh.
Applies to both cats and dogs
“You need to paint the King of Beasts.”
Paints a perpetually confused inbred.
“…I’m going to allow this.”
I like the way he captured my eyes.
Turns out he was lion.
That’s an uncanny resemblance to my wife in the morning.
Honey, is that you?
You seem too rational to be my wife so I’m going with no.
boomer-ass joke
boomer ass-joke
She has a nice beard
I tell her that everyday.
It’s part of what makes our bond so special.
The couple that shaves together…
It looks scared and confused.
It’s supposed to be, dude is pulling a thorn or something out of it’s paw.
One day toward evening, when he was seated with the brethren to hear the sacred lessons read, a lion suddenly limped into the monastery. The other monks fled at the sight of the beast, but Jerome greeted him as a guest. The lion showed him his wounded foot, and Jerome called the brothers and ordered them to wash the animal’s feet and to dress the wound carefully. When they set about doing this, they found that the paw had been scratched and torn by thorns. They did what was necessary, and the lion recovered, lost all his wildness, and lived among the monks like a house pet.
