I have always been a sucker for what I assume are Southern colloquialisms. Like "Butter my butt and call me a biscuit." It expresses surprise, wonder and an opportunity to talk about putting butter on your butt without be thought a pervert.
My favorite colloquialism in the same vein is "Well smack my ass and call me Sally." I think I first saw it on a a hot sauce label in New Orleans. The "Smack my ass and call me Sally" hot sauce also had a companion hot sauce called, "The second smacking." If I wasn't creating great art for t-shirts and coffee mugs, I would probably be creating hot sauce labels.
The problem with trying to convince Art AI to create a design using "Well smack my ass and call me Sally" was trying to keep it PG and not get too much into the smacking of asses realm. So I tried the safe route with asking it to show a Jack Ass that was getting smacked on the ass instead of a person. But apparently "smacking" is not a word Art AI really understands and it kept creating images of mutant hands with six or seven fingers and a grinning Jack Ass with really big testicles.
I try to keep my t-shirt designs pretty tame so I didn't want to go down the path of a Jack Ass with big balls being smacked on the ass by a six-fingered person. It reeked too much of a sleazy stage show in Tijuana. Eventually I arrived at a design that did the phrase justice without getting me in trouble with animal rights people.
Now that is one fine ass if I do say so myself.
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