Recently, I purchased an original Picasso.
I needed it because we were overrun with spiders in the house. They were crawling up the drapes and across the ceiling. They were lowering themselves into our cereal bowls like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. I don’t mind infrequent spider viewings in the house but when I start seeing spiders more often than hateful screeds about Trump, I take action.
So I bought an original Picasso.
It cost me a little over 95 million bucks but it’s worth every penny. It crushes spiders like a beast! I can kill three or four of the little critters with one swing. It’s versatile. The edge of the canvas fits into tight corners and it smashes wasps, bees, ants, and flies just as efficiently. I’m eager to try it on mice!
BONUS – When I’m not using it, I hang it on the wall!
Some people suggested that I shouldn’t use my painting as a fly swatter. They told me that’s not the purpose of artwork.
I smugly told them, “It’s my painting, I decide its purpose!”
Zing! That shut them up, pronto! You should have seen the looks on their faces. Hahahaha! Priceless!
Had a conversation with some godless heathen recently. I suggested that unless God exists, life has no purpose. He smugly responded, “It’s my life, I create the purpose.”
Then he propped open a window with a Stradivarius.
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Thanks! Glad to be back.
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Can’t wait to catch up!
I will say, I wavered from thinking “This post is dumb” to “this is good” to “This is dumb” and finally to “Nah, this is pretty good” within two minutes of finishing it.
So, at it at least got me thinking on a few different levels. Props.
I read the blog post the guy wrote.
I have never read someone so glad to have no meaning or purpose in life. It is very difficult to suppress the inborn God-given desire to do something of note with our lives, but this guy pretends to do it.
He “reasons” that since he can’t define a specific, pinpoint purpose, then it must not exist.
Interesting that even non-believers declare they have found their purpose. They may be wrong about what it is, but they still seek it. I would call humans “homo imaginatus”. (Okay… I made that word up, I think.)
Sort of makes it inbuilt in the human soul, I would say.
And that requires a builder. Even in our imagination.
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Great post.
I have been gone too long.
I saw your latest post on Twitter and have returned to participate as I can.
A haiku in your honor!
John Branyan – funny
Always keeping us thinking
More than just “Three Pigs”
DAVE! It has been so long! Welcome back! 😀
Our friend Dave is back.
We thought he fell off the earth.
Now let us haiku!
😀 😀 😀 😀
Let be honest, those paintings are so ugly they should be used to kill spiders.