they don't just give those finisher medals to anyone. they give them to finishers. which i am. yay!
a portrait commissioned by the subject [patron pictured below]. of course "commission" has payment in it's definition so that's probably the wrong word.
this reminds me of a song from the musical Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. i'm just going to post all the lyrics cause they're so perfect.
Dress up a monkey in Armani,
He may seem precocious and cute.
Despite all that primpin',
You still got a chimp in a suit.
Teach him the second
Verse of "Swanee"
And most of "Moon River" to boot.
Sure people will gape
But you still got an ape in a suit.
Shprizt him 'til wet
With the Eau de Toilette
And you're still gonna get
A stench.
Dampen him well
In a quart of Chanel,
It won't cover the smell-
I should know, I'm French!
Take him to see Don Giovanni,
Show him Cezanne's lovely fruit,
Teach him to cook
From Escoffier's book,
He's still a gorrila en croute-
You still got a chimp in a suit.
So you've shaved off his fur,
Decked him out in couture
And endowed him with pure Savior Fare-
You dressed him up fancy
And trained him to dance,
He remains a chimpan-cee,
He's not Fred Astaire!
Give him a dandy little topper,
Tie on a natty cravat
Buy him a castle,
He'll still be an asshole
And nothing you do will change that-
He's still just a stinky little minkey
In a dinky little suit
And a cheap little hat!
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