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This is a rather shameless promotion. |
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Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore? Will you take us to Mount Splashmore?... |
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Homer, that suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. |
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OK, Lis', turn on the waterworks babe... step aside... lost kid comin' through... hey Lis' nice work babe. |
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The hell with this. Line inspector comin' through!... out of my way... I'm here for your safety. |
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Forgive us, Dad, but it takes time to properly sugarcoat a response. |
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I am going on a diet. From this day forward I pledge there will be no pork chop too succulent. No donut too tasty. No pizza too laden with delicious toppings that prevent me from reaching my scientifically ideal weight. As God as my witness, I'll always be hungry again! |
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Oh Homer, don't be jealous. I was a school girl. The Beatles were very popular and I had a crush on them. |
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Hey mom, these paintings are good. While I know first hand how fragile young talent is. I'd love to hear the particulars of how your gift was squashed. |
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I've just enrolled in the screen writing class. I yearn to tell the story of an idealistic young Hindu pushed too far by convenient store bandits. I call it "Hands Off My Jerky, Turkey". |
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Now using the Lombardo method, you'll learn to see everyday objects as a simple grouping of geometrical shapes. Here we see how two concentric circles, various trapezoids, ellipses and yes even a rhombus can create an adorable little bunny rabbit. It's just that easy! |
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Bravo! Walk away from it. Now it belongs to the ages. |
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I'm a work of art! Last Supper eat your heart out. |
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Garbage! What matchbox art school did you flunk out of, you ham fisted, near sighted, house painter? Smithers, throw this on the dung heap. |
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Excellent. Once again the wheel has turned and dame fortune has hugged Montgomery Burns to her sweet perfumed bosom. Somebody up there likes me Smithers. |
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Actually I value every second we're together. From the moment I squeeze his orange juice in the morning till I tuck him in at night. He's not just my boss. He's my best friend too. |
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Dear Sally, in response to your letter on December the 12th, 1966, my favorite color is blue and my real first name is Richard. Thanks for the snapshot, you're a real cute bird. Love, Ringo. PS, Forgive the lateness of my reply. |
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Well, they took the time to write me and I don't care if it takes me another 20 years. I'm going to answer every one of them. |
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Will you cease that infernal tootling?! |
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I'm 239 and I'm feelin' fine! Look, I'm using the original notches that came with my belt. |
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Let me get this straight, you're pleased with your current appearance?... Why my good man, you're the fattest thing I've ever seen. And I've been on safari. |
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Dear Marge, thanks for the fab painting of yours truly. I hung it on my wall. You're quite an artist. In answer to your question, yes we do have hamburgers and fries in England but we call french fries chips. Love, Ringo. PS, forgive the lateness of my reply. |
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Hello, my name is Marge Simpson and I painted this. Maybe you'd like to know what possessed me to do it? Well, I guess I wanted to show that beneath Mr. Burns fearsome head with it's cruel lips, spiteful tongue and evil brain there was a frail withered body. Perhaps, not long for this world. As vulnerable and beautiful as any of God's creatures. |
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He's bad but he'll die, so I like it. |
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You know, I'm no art critic but I know what I hate and I don't hate this. Your painting is bold but beautiful. And incidentally, thanks for not making fun of my genitalia. |
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