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"Eek! There's a rowboat on my belly!"
Results after the jump
Winner:
"You know, I kind of liked it when the park hosted Christo's 'Gates', but I'm not so sure about this Damien Hirst installation." �Tim C.
Finalists:
"Isn't it ironic that, just the other day, you told me there were no such things as whales." �Harry
�Holy crap, what a piss-poor drawing I�m in! I�m not even sure who�s supposed to be talking! Am I supposed to be the whale? Sure! I�m the whale! And I�m � let�s see � either frolicking upside-downlike or, tragically, something has sliced deep into my forehead and my scalp is flap-flap-flapping in the breeze!
�Just kidding! Had that happened, I wouldn�t be able to talk! I�d be dead! Oooo, turns out I�m a funny whale! Ha-ha! And look! There seems to be a bridge full of people crossing from my anus to my chin! Doesn�t exactly look like the artist � Mumfold? Leverford? Whatever, as long as they spell it correctly on the check, am I right, buddy? � is a master of composition. I�m sure he was counting on me, The Big Upside-Down Funny Whale, to say something (Something Funny!) that would distract you from his shortcomings.
�Well, tough cookies, Sherlock, I�m a-callin� you out! I�ve seen fish-shit more visually cohesive than your �art.� You ain�t foolin� nobody. Just ask those... people(?) in the rowboat � that boxy-mutant dude in the jumpsuit and the chick with the portfolio and the shamrock shake. We�re on to you, Covemfred! It�s not what you can do, it�s who you know, and we get it: The joke�s on us.� �J
