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[up_the_hammers]

Upon waking up this morning I realised that when I had gone to bed, I had accidentally laid on a tube of yellow oil paint. The resulting mess looks rather interesting, and I am going to have to apply turpentine to my sheets and my body in order to remove the stains. There is a reason that I should never put paint on the bed; I tend to throw it on

Comments

[jmff]

Why don't you just frame your sheets?

[up_the_hammers]

They are just very plain and white, and I'm not sure people would pay for something that is obviously so rolled over. At least, they were plain and white, before the addition of the paint; bleach, where are you?

[jmff]

Plain and white with yellow Dean-shaped smudges. I think you could sell them for a mint.

[up_the_hammers]

My buttocks aren't quite that coveted, Justin. It was a rather buttockish area that was affected.

[finnigan_again]

Ah, mate, I'm glad the elections will finally be over today. It's all everybody talks about when I pick up these journals. Good luck, we can only hope for change. Perhaps also a change of sheets?

[up_the_hammers]

It will be decent to converse about things that are not politics related, of course, for this has been going on for far too long. Every time I turn on the radio to listen to a little Classic FM, they are talking about elections and I can't paint when people are chatting.

At least I had the sense to buy several different sets of sheets, otherwise I would have to go and beg Mum. You know what Mum is like, she would despair, try and feed me, and have me sleep over there.

[finnigan_again]

Oh yes. I wasn't sure if I ought to consider you a political artist, as the only remotely political work of art you did in school was that banner against the Slytherin quidditch team. Was it made off a sheet, too, or am I remembering it wrong?

Just joking around a bit, really. You know I'm deeply jealous of your talent.

Mothers. The lot of them, they seem so different and yet they're so similar at the same time!

[up_the_hammers]

That was indeed a sheet, yes. Perhaps you are correct, perhaps imprints of my buttocks are making a socio-political statement against the established 'safe-seated' democracy that makes this country a rotten borough of political vipers. Or perhaps there are people who would like framed imprints of my arse upon the wall. Which to choose?

Let me paint you, Seamus? I need a life model, and if you ask for them around here it becomes rather difficult. Plus, I have seen you naked and shall not be embarrassed by any Finnigan parts.

Mothers are dear creatures, though I do think they are rather odd for the most part. Remind me never to become one?

[now_its_done]

I just don't get this whole election, right? I do not get it.

[up_the_hammers]

The Muggle election is to bring representation to the masses. However, with the concept of the 'safe seat' we are ending up returning the same democratically obtuse imbeciles that pass for politicians.

Basically, we vote, and the person we dislike the most is elected.

[now_its_done]

Yeah? Really? But I still don't understand, right?

[up_the_hammers]

What don't you understand, Stewart?

[london_colin]

Oi, Dean! We're having a party... er, sometime soon, we'll get back to you on the actual date... but you're coming, right?

I think Finch-Fletchley's right, you should sell that sheet. I'm sure there's some mug with more money than brains that'd take it off your hands. Think of all the burnt umber you could buy then!

[up_the_hammers]

Hello Colin, yes please, I would like to attend and see my old friends again. It won't be a large party, will it? Is Seamus going?

As I told Justin; if I sold anything that has parts of my naked anatomy impressed upon it, my mother will not be very pleased. Mum, bless her, doesn't like my paintings at the best of times, let alone nudes.

[finnigan_again]

Yes, I'm going! But I hadn't got yet to the part where I asked you to come!

[up_the_hammers]

I'll definitely come, as long as I can hide behind you if needs be, and you don't make me drink too much.

[pint_of_bitter]

How does one accidentally lie on a tube of paint? I've certainly never woke up with paint in my bed. Not accidentally, at any rate.

Colour me unsurprised that Finchie wants the sheets. It's just such a him thing to ask.

[up_the_hammers]

I did not notice, I fell into bed with exhaustion after too much painting, as one does.

It's almost rather sweet of him to ask.