Ash's Art Appreciation, Studio Work #6

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash sits in his chair, since his desk still isn't repaired from yesterday::

::There are no materials laid out for the class, but there is instructions on the board, as usual::

"Art isn't necessarily objects. Today, you will do something artistic in front of me and your fellow students. Don't be shy, knuckleheads!"

Comments

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::blinks a few times, severely confused::

Uhhh, good work.

::scratches his head::

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I'm being Marty... from class. It's funny?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Wait, Marty makes out with his hand? ::hearty laugh::

That's hilarious, baby. Good work.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Coughs*
If you have to explain a joke it's really not funny
*Coughs*

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Oh, like you can blame me. Coach Ash isn't the brightest bulb on the string.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

He didn't need an explanation for the sock puppet routine I just did. *sticks out tongue*

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Like he had any idea what you were actually talking about. He was too distracted by the boobs on the sock to care. *blows raspberry*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Yeah but who's getting a drink from Ash? Who's the winner? Other than that satisfied raspberry over there smoking a cigarette? That would be Marty. Me. The Win-ner. Neener Neener

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Because getting a drink from Ash would be difficult if I wanted one? You want to play, baby boy, we can play. You think that raspberry look satisfied, just imagine my face when I bury you.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Bring it on. Best Brown noser wins. But I need a handicap because I'm lacking the boobage.