Inspiring Adages Reimagined by a 36-Year-Old Writer-Slash-Server
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Because you will never, and I mean never, have central air conditioning.
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Because you will never, and I mean never, have central air conditioning.
Thanks to the PTA and a few passionate teachers, an after-school grammar club is formed so kids like me have a safe place to diagram sentences.
If there was ever a year for you to slip through and get this relatively prestigious residency, it would have been this one.
Babies' forearm prints all turned into leeches crawling around a fetid pond.
Am I not a multi-million dollar painting too? I’m tired of listening to tour guides only talk about Starry Night.
I knew blanketing a third-grade class’s first art exhibition with cans of pasta would be controversial, but that’s why I did it
We will cover all the fundamentals, from color and composition to bloodstain patterns and anatomy.
I tell stories of humanity. Some about a guy getting drunk in the woods. Others about two guys getting drunk in the woods.
Created over a career spanning the past four decades, but really only the past four years after she came back from that trip to Sedona.
Would you mind making me a logo for my new insect-dessert business? I was going to hire someone, but they wanted to charge me a few hundred dollars.
Monet: You’re admiring the haystacks painted on the walls when suddenly the room fills with pastel-tinted water.
It's time to recognize my artistry, distinguished contributions to world cinema, and unparalleled ability to blow shit up without dismembering anyone.