Art jokes
I nailed my sister's... picture on the wall.
You dirty-minded bastard!
I went to visit my friend who is a stand up comedian and I asked him, "Why do you have so much art supplies, clothing fabrics, and building supplies in your basement?"
He responded with, "I don't know what it is people think I need it all for, but almost every time I perform, people tell me I need new material!"
What’s a rapper’s favorite MUSICAL NOTE?
G major.
Staring (DYM 119).
What is your name in my phone?
I love your house. I have been in your art for.
"Remember, switching to your pistol is always faster than reloading."
- Sun Tzu, The Art of War.
When you fail art school.
What do lesbians do while having their period?
They finger paint.
If an orphan took a picture, what would you call it? A family photo.
What's funnier than a dead baby? A dead baby in a clown costume.
What did the beat say to the rapper?
"You're off rhythm, but I'll give you a hand!"
How many dead babies does it take to paint a wall?
Depends on how hard you throw 'em.
Your hairline looks like it was drawn onto your head.
Your breasts remind me of Mount Rushmore – my face should be among them.
Be papered.
They laughed at my crayon drawing.
I laughed at their chalk outline.
Why does Beethoven's music sound like hell sometimes?
Because he doesn't listen to it!
Your forehead is so big that it made Mona Lisa smile.
A father and a son were painting pictures together. The son and father were drawing the exact same thing to a T, and the son said, "What happened to your hand?" looking at the scar tissue near the father's knuckle. The father replied with, "You know what happened, you were there." The son continues to deny this until they both finish their paintings. They're exactly the same.
The father passes out for a few hours and wakes up to find that there's only one painting.
In Mia's world, where bottles and parrots meet, A whimsical symphony takes its seat.
With feathers ablaze, the parrots take flight, Their vibrant hues painting the day with delight.
Mia, a dreamer with a heart full of glee, Embraces the beauty for all to see.
Her bottles, like whispers of stories untold, Capture the magic that time cannot hold.
Each bottle, a vessel of dreams and desires, Unveiling the soul's deepest fires.
They dance in the sunlight, sparkle and gleam, A kaleidoscope of colors in Mia's dream.
Parrots, enchanting with melodies rare, Sing ballads of love, floating through the air.
Their voices, like echoes of nature's sweet call, Enchanting all hearts, big and small.
Mia, with reverence, sets the parrots free, To soar across oceans, to distant lands and seas.
In their freedom, they find their truest grace, A testament to love's boundless space.
And as Mia's bottles journey afar, They carry her dreams, like a guiding star.
Through mountains and valleys, they'll forever roam, In the hearts of dreamers, they'll always find home.