This took longer than you think.
From the Updating Art challenge. See all 746 entries (closed)
( , Mon 28 May 2007, 11:38, archived)
From the Updating Art challenge. See all 746 entries (closed)
( , Mon 28 May 2007, 11:38, archived)
this is not a standrard b3ta spliff on a picture
this is an oak aged b3ta spliff on a picture, covered in 37 layers of creamery butter....
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:44,
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WE ALL HAD TO WAIT UNTIL YOU WERE BORN SO YOU COULD ADD THE SPLIFF
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:42,
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WE MUST NOT SPEAK OF THIS UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE. IT'S THE PROPHECY.
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:46,
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I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO TAKE A SHIT IN 17 YEARS.
I LOOK FORWARD TO THIS.
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:49,
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oh thank f*k for that.
saves me doing the bathroom tiling at least.
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:46,
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EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY. NOTHING IS PERMANENT. THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE.
YOUR TILING CAN WAIT.
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:48,
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DO NOT SPEAK OF THIS
OR YOU SHALL BE DOMMED TO GROUT FOREVERMORE
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:48,
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Fool!
you'll tile the bathroom of HELL for all ETERNITY except for bank holidays where you'll be sent to the B&Q of HELL to get more GROUT
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:49,
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and lo, the carpark shall be full
and you shall have to park far far away and lug many recepticles of grout over much distance while the tortured cries of the tormented doth chide you to distraction and the impish children of the fallen doth 'want to go home' for they be 'bored'
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Mon 28 May 2007, 11:54,
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and yay, though the bank holiday it be
shine not doth the sun down upon ye, and no light nor sustinance shall ease thy load, burdened as it is by the forgetfullness of the grouting implements which require ye to run once more the gauntlet of B&Q and the mirthless assistance harpies who doth scratch and wail and chatter incessantly about your past indispcrepancies and lies, heaped high upon you by your failings in the eys of The Lord. And yay, once you have crashed hard the forlourn boat of your trolley upon the jagged cliffs of the checkout and battled the stange things you find there, no sollace shall you receive as you are sent whence to Ikea, for no reason at all, to wander incessantly with the zombifeid remains of long forgotten friends and loved ones... until the end of time. Amen.
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Mon 28 May 2007, 12:01,
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