I wish I hadn't bought you dinner right before you dumped me on your front porch. Gimme my money back, you bitch. And don't forget my black t-shirt.
Well, shit.
Screw Costco and their "artist in residence" position.
I got beat out by a clown. A fucking balloon jockey.
This "artist" comes in for his interview, wearing his stained, polka-dotted "onesy," smelling of eggs, and "wows" the assistant manager by twisting up a set of balloon moose antlers for him. Screw him and the unicycle he rode in on.
Art?! That's art?!
Apparently, Costco thought that was a "better fit" for their store than my stick figure drawings and acoustic musical stylings. OK, so I have no technical "experience" as an artist, but I am practically a renaissance man compared to this asshole and his purple wig.
What the hell?
Costco will rue the day. It is no longer my favorite store, for starters.
Screw Costco and their "artist in residence" position.
I got beat out by a clown. A fucking balloon jockey.
This "artist" comes in for his interview, wearing his stained, polka-dotted "onesy," smelling of eggs, and "wows" the assistant manager by twisting up a set of balloon moose antlers for him. Screw him and the unicycle he rode in on.
Art?! That's art?!
Apparently, Costco thought that was a "better fit" for their store than my stick figure drawings and acoustic musical stylings. OK, so I have no technical "experience" as an artist, but I am practically a renaissance man compared to this asshole and his purple wig.
What the hell?
Costco will rue the day. It is no longer my favorite store, for starters.
posted by Joe at
5:06 PM
2 Comments:
Maybe it wasn't the stick figure drawings at all. Maybe it was the tassled loafers that turned them off. Forget retail, dude. Find a use for your true talents - become a contributing editor for "The Onion".
Men at Work sucks???
say it isn't so!!!!
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