This isn’t another Obama joke is it?
Guy inside green house...
“did anybody see the size of that bird?!?!”
The Paul Klee centre's website described the show as containing "interweaving, diverse, not to say conflictive emphases and a broad spectrum of items to form a dynamic exchange of parallel and self-eclipsing spatial and temporal zones."HA! Excellent.In other words, so far as the harsher critics of modern art might be concerned: what happens when la merde hits le ventilateur.
I never did like the crap McCartney created.
http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/rolling_stones/turd_on_the_run-lyrics-401750.html
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren’t sewn on so grand
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
but you just kept on runnin’ while they ripped off in my hands
Diamond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
well, I lost a lot of lover over you
I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark
Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks
Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you’d never been,
I lost a lot of love over you
Stuff happens.
Round up the usual suspects....
Not that we know of!
Finally, the answer to the age old question, “Do inflatable bears crap in the woods?”
The museum's director Juri Steiner said Mr McCarthy had not yet been informed of the fate of his artwork, and that he had not yet decided whether to reinstall it in the centre's garden.
The sculpture was featured in an exhibition called "East of Eden. A Garden Show".
The Paul Klee centre's website described the show as containing "interweaving, diverse, not to say conflictive emphases and a broad spectrum of items to form a dynamic exchange of parallel and self-eclipsing spatial and temporal zones."
I don't know about you all but I'm convinced that the above sentence was written by a guy who elevates himself as a dog turd intellectual.
There is an Obama ego joke in there somewhere.
Too bad there wasn’t a wind power generator in the area.
Did they save the 10-story Whoopie Cushion?
Punchbowl: Hello?
Greenhouse: Hey, Punchbowl, it's me, Greenhouse. Are you missing your turd? We've got one over here...
You know, that’s the trouble with giant inflatable turds — you just can’t keep them tied down. They want to escape and cause damage.