We had to design some kind of collage on the outside of a wine barrel in an art class. It was a
A long long long part of the dream was just designing the thing, it was pretty dull. But then we finished and were setting them up in the order we wanted them to be displayed. At first it was nice and calm and everyone behaved. But then people started moving each other’s work.
This is when I stood up in front of the class and said
“listen everyone! We need to put them all back in their original positions. If you want to move one, you need to ask the owner. If we start running around moving each other’s pieces we’re going to have a lot of broken (I paused, not sure what to call the things) a lot of broken… arts!
Suddenly I realized “BROKEN ARTS!” sounds a lot like “BROKEN HEARTS” and I couldn’t stop laughing but nobody thought it was funny.
I started singing “♫please forgive my broken art♫” still nobody laughed.
I changed my approach and said “I’m going to start a band it’s going to be called ‘The Broken Arts Club’” still nothing. I woke up