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The Multi Arm Museum

Anonymous

Feb 4
Scenario:At our all-male men’s college multiple limb studies, department, the Multi Arm Museum houses the world‘s largest collection of statutory, depicting handsome bare chested drunk young men with multiple pairs of beautiful arms. They also had paintings and sketches and posters of drunk young men with four arms, six arms, eight arms, or a plethora of beautiful arms.
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At our all-male men’s college multiple limb studies, department, the Multi Arm Museum houses the world‘s largest collection of statutory, depicting handsome bare chested drunk young men with multiple pairs of beautiful arms. They also had paintings and sketches and posters of drunk young men with four arms, six arms, eight arms, or a plethora of beautiful arms.
I never would have known the Multi Arm Museum existed if I hadn’t wandered into it.
The drunken, handsome, bare chested young men I saw there completely blew my mind.
It was the most amazing art collection I had ever seen and it totally consumed me.
Every spare moment I had, I spent at the museum and the more I looked at the art, the more I saw.
The beautiful lines, the incredible detail, the emotion captured in each piece.
It moved me like nothing ever had before and soon I wanted to be more than just an observer.
I wanted to be a part of it.
I was attending an all-male, men’s liberal arts college.
My school was small, only about a hundred and fifty students, but it had a rich history dating back to the Civil War.
It was established as a military academy and although it no longer had that focus, it maintained its all-male student body which made it the perfect fit for me when I decided to come to a school in my home state for college.
I was lucky to have gotten into it.
The Multi Arm Museum
I was standing in front of the painting that had captivated me the most, a man with four arms, each one holding something different.
A book in one hand, a bottle of wine in another, a guitar in the third and a small dog in the fourth.
It was incredible.
The detail was so good that I could see the fur on the dog and the strings on the guitar.
I didn’t even realize Dr. Bennett was behind me until he spoke.
"Cameron," he said, "have you ever wondered what it’s like to be one of these pieces of art?"
His eyes were gleaming with intrigue as he looked at me.
I turned to him and nodded.
"I have," I said, "it looks amazing."
Dr. Bennett smiled at me.
"I think we can make that happen," he said.
Just then Ethan came over to join us and chuckled when he saw what I was looking at.
The Multi Arm Museum
"You’d need a few drinks first," he said, nudging me with his elbow.
I laughed and Dr. Bennett smiled again.
"That’s not a bad idea," he said.
"There’s an event coming up where we’re going to let people dress and pose as their favorite piece of art. It’s going to be at night and there will be drinks available."
The Multi Arm Museum