The Best Of My Junior Year Art Class
(as always, feel free to change pronouns and such as needed!)
“My snowman melted!”
“Frosty looks like he’s on drugs.”
“*sobs* Frosty the snowman!”
“My panda!”
“She burned them, man!”
“No, this? This tells a story.”
“It’s on my future album.”
“You’re so bad!”
“I broke his leg.”
“Whose chicken is this?”
“That’s gonna cost you.”
*walks into a wall*
“Oils?”
“You cooked up our spoon?”
“Oh, I lost that.”
“It’s all ironic that a pizza did this to us.”
“My chicken!”
“He lost his leg.”
“Get out of your chair and sit down.”
“Australia! Texas! Antarctica?”
“It’s Arizona.”
“He’s a kangaroo?”
“What’s Arizona?”
“Yeah, his arm is gone.”
“What is this?”
“It’s shiny!”
“If I do art, it’s gonna be traced.”
“I’m not an artist!”
“Ew.”
“You touch that, you’re a fruit.”
“Am I stupid? A lil’ bit.”
“I’m not liking this whole oil thing.”
“The Northern Lights, San Diego.”
“You’re so stupid.”
“I don’t want it.”
“The kiln!”
“Keep talking to me, I swear.”
“It’s a spoon!”
“Trump hands!”
“Oh, you’re a tracer? We don’t like your kind.”
“You know what we do to tracers?”
“I’m a tracer and I’m proud.”
“You have three Confederate relatives, you racist.”
“I’m trading my convertible in for a truck.”
“Second grade and a half.”
“What does it mean?”
“Am I done?”
“Dude, you did a rainbow!”
“SHUSH!”
“Bless your face.”
“Oh, that’s fruit juice!”
“You had cat ears on Monday!”
“You just gotta do what makes you happy.”
“It’s overplayed and retarded. That’s why it’s good.”
“Why do we pronounce it ‘doo-gal’, and not ‘doug-al’?”
“I even wrote my own name on it!”
“You’ve been the same size since third grade!”
“It’s not oil, it’s conditioner!”
“Oh, my oils?”
“I’m just noisy.”
“Why is it always you?”
“Look who finally showed up!”
“I’m out for the season!”
“My piercing’s still here!”
“We need a wolf.”
“One time, I had parents.”
“What’d I do?”
“I’m scootin’ out the window!”
“Dude, that’s less than fifteen!”
“That was self-defense.”
“You hear this bullying?”
“Your snowflake!”
“That’s not dress code!”
“Holy-!”
“Can I go home?”
“Life’s too tough.”
“My head’s not that big!”
“Harambee! Why’d you do that to Haraumbe?”
“I see colors, is that the same thing?”
“Pass the hand joint!”
“Get over it, you baby!”
“You’re an infant!”
“Idiot!”
“You know what? I don’t appreciate your antics.”
“You put a spider in it?”
“Give me the fricken’ spider!”
“If you eat the spider, you can leave.”
“Is that the same spider you froze?”
“It’s like poppin’ an Advil.”
“His name is Frederick.”
“He’s dissecting the spider! Frederick!”
“I think I’m hitting a nerve.”
“This isn’t even your class!”
“I’m not even supposed to be here, man.”
“You know what? I’m hitchhiking to the Chinese restaurant next door.”
