Some day, there will be a need for a monument to the greatest primitives ever, from Skins’s island. I imagine it’ll be called “Mount Skinsmore,” and be sculpted somewhere in Vermont.
For the greatest primitives ever, I propose the ugly scowling mug of the late bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, “Redstone,” for the most prominent spot, where Washington is in the above. And then behind him, the poetess laureate of Skins’s island, “California Peggy.” And after her, drunken Bill, “William Pitt,” where Roosevelt is kind of hidden. And finally, in profile, cousin nadin, “nadinbzerezinski.”