by Lisa Pike
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Ah, yes. I remember the good old days, back when I took piano lessons. However, I don't recall ever having worn gloves whilst I played. But my teacher, he had this horrible breath, and it looked like he never brushed his teeth. I suppose I must have been hatching evil plots against him, but I can't for the life of me recall what they were. The child in the above painting obviously is having a *moment*, hatching a plot of such vileness and fraught with such malice and hat that poor Mr. Dugares is going to need a spatula to scrape himself off the bottom of that anvil falling from the sky.
Oh, my GOD! An anvil! Mr. Dugares! No! Look out! Help! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" *squish* Oh well, I tried to warn him. Serves him right, though. Jellybean, anyone? |
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