Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Art Class Du Jour

This was cool. When you were in kindergarten.

This is for anyone out these who thought you could get by on this exercise with a steak knife and a tablespoon anymore.

Up your game, or you don't even get to play on the porch with the small dogs.


So get busy, and entertain us.
You don't want to risk the Flaming Bag Of Poo Award, right?
Some work for you, yes, but you get to exercise your creative impulse.
Look at it this way: it's your one day of the year when it's socially acceptable to scare hell out of the annoying urchins in the neighborhood, and get a free pass on it.

Meanwhile, I've got work to do. There's a potluck at work tonight, and it's my turn to bring the chips and dip.

I'm thinking of bringing in some hot dogs too.

After I leave a few things around the neighborhood.

And down by the commuter rail line.


Sherm said...

Ketchup on hotdogs??!!? That is a horror show.

Aesop said...

You and Clint Eastwood are entitled to your narrow and misguided opinions; the rest of the world puts ketchup (and mustard, and onions) on hot dogs.

Mayonnaise, however, is still a mortal sin.