Friday, December 19, 2008

Crap-Wrapping is the Reason for the Season

With this latest tour de force of crap-wrapping -- this time concealing [expurgated] for the wife -- I've decided I love it. Crap-wrapping has turned a tedious chore into a tedious chore that results in a unique creation on par with any of the rage-based outsider art works that briefly catapulted Homer Simpson into the heights of the Manhattan Capitol City art scene.

This latest creation uses four wrapping paper styles and no less than nine distinct scraps -- I lost count amid the half-assed spirit of the exercise.

I want to meet Jasper Johns.

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