Screaming Munch.

If I had seen ‘The Scream’ unframed and stuck on a fridge door by some Popeye magnet, I would have assumed that some primary school five-year old was proudly exhibiting their school-work.

And arty farty types, still keep lionising the sophisticated cultural and nay, superior genius of Western Civilisation?!

JR

Our Damien.

I am surprised that our Damien hasn’t died from laughing on the way to the bank, I really am.

I take my hat off to him, for making such complete tits out of a group of ever-so-clever arty aficionados with big pockets, and tongues that simply cannot wait to lick his ever-so-clever arse, every time he drops his artistic trousers.

Good on you Damien, I mean it.

JR