All I can say is thank God this "Artist's" poop phase is finally over. I use the quotation marks because their rendition of a bicycle is complete shit. I initially thought the new seat was my cat because the hand grenade looked like handlebars and I couldn't figure out for the life of me how sitting on a cat, though unpleasant, would lead to death. Though the concept is good, the execution is horrible.
Speaking of horrible ways to go, I cornered the office intern in the break room and might have been a little aggressive in my approach to see if they knew anything about the Phantom Noter. He may have wet himself a bit.
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