Security dogs reacted to one of the crates waiting to be opened for an art show.
What was in the crate?
Bryan?
A bomb made of
manatee farts?
Hostmaster: incorrect.
Fluffy?
It was a case of mislabeling.
The crate contained the
caterer's cheese tray,
caterer's cheese tray,
so attractive that it was
mistaken for art.
Hostmaster: incorrect.
Cyndi?
A picture of
Donald Trump
submerged in urine?
Hostmaster: incorrect.
Molly?
Squirrels made a nest
out of the packing material?
Hostmaster: incorrect. Turns out it was a painting called Punk Hillary featuring Hillary Clinton clad in purple and sporting pink hair.
I know what the dogs
reacted to! Chicken blood
was used to color the pink hair!
Come on!
It's called Punk Hillary not
Voodoo Hillary.
Hostmaster: so the crate probably smelled of cigarette smoke.
A yucky smell.
That would explain it.
Says the girl who ate something
she couldn't identify off
of the floor.
Careful, we'll hurt Cyndi's
feelings. Her perfume is called
Virginia Slims.
It's better than smelling
like dog, Fluffy.
I don't agree.
Me neither.
Me neither.
Smell my indifference.
This round is over.
Round 65
Fluffy/Molly 32
Bryan/Cyndi 29
See what was inside the crate.
Voodoo Hillary might be more out there than Punk Hillary.
ReplyDeleteWhere is my brain, how did I miss this one.
ReplyDeleteMe neither !
cheers, parsnip