That idea was immediately shot down
I didn't plan ahead
I'm shitting bricks to be honest.
It was Litter Ali, a work of art.
It’s quite well known that the Ancient Greeks championed Hummus Texturality
Seriously, I'm shitting bricks.
A Dobie's adobe abode owed dough.
I think he's getting a head of himself.
... I didn't knead to hear that.
(improved version of my former post)
... I didn't knead to see that.
Today was the first day of his class, Special Topics in Poetry. We walk in and there is a guest with some ceramic art. We thought we were gonna write poems about it or some shit, but then the professor says, "Welcome to special topics in pottery."
The whole class is like wat...?
Then the guest lady starts showing a powerpoint of some of her work and then we literally spent the whole class mushing clay and making bowls and shit.
To make things even dadder, he chuckled "poetry pottery heh heh heh" like we didn't get the joke and he had to explain it to us.
He showed me this clay pot, and told me that he uses it for slow cooking.
What a crock.
Daughter: Call Me by Your Name.
Me: Ok. Should I call you Clay or Dad?
We've been watching the Flash, which is awful TV at its finest. You'd expect anyone to watch this to enjoy some good punnery, but that's not the case. I texted this to my girlfriend and got a condescending "Oh, honey..." in response.
My text: "If someone sculpted Barry Allen out of clay, you could call him Adobe Flash."
I swear she loves me but I don't always know why.
He starts shadow boxing and proclaiming he is "Gaseous Clay" and "he is the greatest"
I put a bit in my mouth and she though it was super gross. I said "I love the taste of clay" and she retorts back "dad, it's not clay, it's Play Doh". I turned to my wife, who was already shaking her head and said "that's mere child's clay".
Me: (putting clay mask on hands) If you gotta do anything with your phone, do it now with your left hand!
Bf: That's my texting hand, you started on the wrong hand.
Me: No. I started on the RIGHT hand.