Next You Will Tell Me That There Are Monkeys Growing Out of My Head

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11/29/2007 12:30 PM |

When I see poop on the street, I do not think of crouching down and putting funny toys and costumes on it, but to each his gross own. There’s an art exhibition of “hilarious” street poop decorated by the Sprinkle Brigade opening tonight at Riviera on Metropolitan Ave in Williamsburg. There’s a gallery of delightful feces on the Sprinkle Brigade’s website, but I can’t go through it because it’s disgusting. Well I did go through it after I wrote that. It’s alternately amusing and horrible. I prefer pictures of fruits and vegetables turned into funny people or animals. Or kittens doing things. Or just inspirational phrases printed out in silly colors.

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