Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Etch-A-Post, or, Brain Spillage #667
Paint, en fait, but not those oils. Too goopy for the low-skilled.
Toke, ne'er-do-wells, toke for the Wizard Van.
Clap your hands, say Ia.*
*if this means I'm, curses, in a mellow mood, at least my unreasonable mind can be reasonably sure that by this afternoon, it'll be pulling up an uncomfortable comfort in the Bleak House of Doom or its non-union, Mexican equivalent.
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:50 AM
Labels: drawing my way out of a paper bag, geekery, music, narcissism
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7 comments:
Sorry thought you got the memo. That was outsourced to China. Now follow the instructions:
1. Place cardboard and colour cellophane glass over eye
2. Shake head side to side up and down violently
3. Scream hysterically at top of voice
More MS Paint!
Cathedral Woooo!
demeur, I need more hesher readers get off my lawn.
duchess, this can join our nonexistent Esoteric Order of St. Drogo t-shirt line.
I think they filmed this in the Towering Slab.
Nice work, R.G.
My finest art is produced via Paint, also.
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...just be sure to scramble eggs lightly, then add the cinnamon and spice mixture, blend well until it gets frothy....ooops...wrong blog.. nevermind
What Demur said in spades, I've heard even the Mexicans are pissed at the jobs they are losing to China.
if, I never said anything about fine.
okjimm, dude, scrambled eggs sounds so good right now. And some bacon, pancakes, syrup, ham, syrup, butter, sausage links, patties, syrup.
BB, Señor Spielbergo will simply move his production company to Beijing.
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