Apparently I am different than BigBadBabar expected.

There’s a sculpture by the Borgata main entrance (at least I think it’s the main entrance) that we walk by a couple of times a day. It’s very much on the way between our suite and the poker room, so when we pass it we almost always try to figure out what it is.

What am I?

Nina Williams believes it is flowers. Others feel it is sperm, or perhaps a water droplet splashing and rebounding against a surface. However, I am quite insistent that it is actually not a sculpture at all, but rather just a huge pile of dildos.

BigBadBabar: ‘Wow (PygmyHero), you’re nothing like I expected.’
Me: ‘What did you expect?’
BigBadBabar: ‘Dunno. Less dildos and more Excel spreadsheets…and pocket protectors.’