A piece of weird art like this Gut Instinct Sculpture takes guts man. Real intestinal fortitude. But I mean, it looks like hot dogs. So they should have just used hot dogs. Come to think of it, this thing looks like it’s the patron saint of hot dogs. Our lady of the perpetual weiner. Just needs a hot dog halo and some holy light. By the by, our lady of the perpetual weiner is how I refer to the head prostitute at that place down the road. But I digress.
Holy hot dogs Batman! I guess the artist went with her gut instinct here for real. So yeah, behold the Gut Instinct Sculpture.
Ok, so I’m looking at the poster, but I’m not seeing where the bacon is. Nor do I see where hot dogs come from. I can tell you that the pork pooper is not at all what I thought it would be. 
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