"Stuart," people often ask me at cocktail parties, "what's your favorite color?"
Immediately, with a well-packed can of confidence and an extended sophisticated pinky, I fire back, "Why, Deep Urine, of course."
Probably why we don't get invited to too many cocktail parties.
But, as a former artist, I feel the need to defend my aesthetic choice.
Deep Urine is rich, very much so. A luxurious, welcoming yellow so deep it's almost orange. There's nothing quite like Deep Urine.
Deep Urine is an enticing color, very open in its texture, inviting it its warmth, and sophisticated in its sumptuousness.
I'm so taken by the color that during the holidays, when everyone else dons reds and greens, I'm proudly flying my urine-splashed sweater.
Clearly, Deep Urine's the color to paint a nursery for any parents-to-be who wish to be surprised by their baby's gender. I mean, in this day and age, what speaks more of anti-sexism than the color of Deep Urine?
Ladies and gents, fly your Deep Urine flag high! Let it rip! Splash it everywhere! Make your choice obvious! The world is counting on you.
Allow me to make a splash with my dark suspense thriller, Dread and Breakfast. While the interiors of the titular bread and breakfast aren't painted in my much-loved Deep Urine, it is a cozy place to...um...maybe it's not so cozy, after all.