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I remember my dad had this 8-track. I tried

  • I remember my dad had this 8-track. I tried to find out so much about the town he was singing about in the song so I could go see the crazy police with samurai swords
  • but there really wasn't anything like that here. Then Jeffrey came up to me. "Hey, Corey, wanna go stomp around in the dumpsters at the abortion clinic downtown?" "Sure," I said.
  • I wanted to give my spiked cleats a test stomp before Weasel Stomping Day. "So this is the dumpster full of..." "Yup." I initiated attack formation Fetus Cleatus and made a mess of
  • some of the ugliest weasels. They deserved to be stomped to death because they were hideous. I was glad to have given my cleats a test stomp. I found I needed thicker socks for
  • the bigger, juicier weasels. I stomped on them on canvases, then scraped off the leftover fur-n-stuff and what was left was what I called "art." Weasel art. At my first exhibit,
  • PETA was protesting, but hey, this is ART. It took some convincing, but I sold every piece of Weasel Art, and I decided to be braver and be bolder with my next piece. I went to the
  • woods and started hunting using hand grenades. The animal remains made a perfect medium for my next sculpture, a nude Charlton Heston, that will put the Weasel Art to shame.
  • However the Concerned Citizens of Terre Haute had a problem with the nude Charlton Heston sculpture. Apparently I made his gun way too large and some found it intimidating. But I
  • knew that the gun was proportional to the rest of the statues in Bolemic square. Being an artist can be extremely hard sometimes. Sometimes I just wanna be an engineer.
  • I decided to do something more constructive with all the statues. I pulverized every single statue and used the marble, bronze and granite powder to build a concrete computer room.
Started
2012-01-04 17:00:38
Finished
2013-02-08 23:43:45

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