Why did the rapper go to the dentist?
He had a bad case of CAVITY FLOWS.
How do you know if a rapper is lying?
His rhymes don't add up.
What's a rapper's favorite type of footwear?
Mic drops.
What do you get when you cross a rapper with an accountant?
Someone who COUNTS BARS all day!
If someone has a hyperfixation with drawing and playing, does that mean they are on the "artism" spectrum?
Blame Austria for creating Hitler, who we know today. He failed art school.
They laughed at my crayon drawing.
So I laughed at their chalk outline.
Even Bob Ross couldn’t paint a happy little accident like BLESSEDBRIAN.
Rachel won the lottery twice in two years. Her friend Jim called her every day asking for tips on winning, just the same. Then one day, simply to get rid of him, Rachel said, "Watch two martial arts movies, eat three pieces of hard beef jerky, and pick a fight at a bar."
Jim replied with a shocked look, "That's what I do after Mr. Tugman shakes my hand too long."
How many dead babies does it take to paint my room?
It depends how many bullets you have.
Why didn't the skeleton want to make art anymore?
He didn't have the heart to put into it.
In a world bizarre, Penis burgers, strange delight, Tantalizing taste.
Buns shaped curiously, Meat, a bold centerpiece, Lingering delight.
Sizzling grill, they sizzle, Juicy secrets unfold, Hidden pleasures found.
Tempting, yet absurd, Controversial cuisine, Curiosity piques.
Daring, adventurous, Palates embark on a quest, Uncharted flavors.
But let us not dwell, On the phallic form they hold, For taste transcends all.
Beyond flesh-shaped buns, Flavors dance upon our tongues, A feast for senses.
So let us partake, In this culinary art, With open-minded hearts.
In a bowl of golden delight, I savored each bite so bright, The potato salad, oh so fine, Left me feeling oh so divine.
The diced potatoes, oh so neat, In a dressing so cool and sweet, With onions and eggs, a treat, My taste buds did dance and greet.
The mayonnaise, a creamy dream, With mustard's zesty scheme, Together they did blend so well, My senses did take a spell.
The herbs, a fragrant delight, Added flavor with their might, Parsley and dill, a perfect pair, In this salad beyond compare.
So here's to the potato salad, A culinary work of art, That left me full and satisfied, And in my heart, a special part.
Question: What's brown and sitting on the piano bench?
Answer: Beethoven's last movement.
My balls are so purple that I use them as crayons, and I am not talking about the balls you play with. I am talking about the boy balls.
What's the difference between a picture of Jesus and the real Jesus? It only takes 1 nail to hang the picture.
How many dead babies does it take to paint a wall?
Depends on how hard you throw 'em.
Who thinks Kenya's dancing is bad and wrong? NO!!!!!!
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Why did the person take crayons to the bedroom?
To draw the curtains.
