Was it the beers, a simple lack of skill or a bleak and miserable combination of the two? The only thing we can know for certain is that the boozehound who drank his way into the DIY regrEtsy Hall of Fame has finally given up on his plastic faded chartreuse beer cap-encrusted throne and released it to fates unknown. I am certain he holds a faint hope in his inebriated heart (and rock-hard liver...) that someone will kidnap his treasure off the street before the trash man comes later today.
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
(That is DEF some adhesive applied while under the influence...)
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
(Jerp, looks like somebody had a little afternoon with a about a dozen Coronas there...)
Photo;Shandra Beri
Photo;Shandra Beri
In honor of his tenacity in regard to collecting his materials (we don't really know, it might have only taken him a week) and his optimism in the face of such a bleak pursuit, I have to say I DO hope some fellow beer swigger stumbles upon it and falls in love (right before he struggles to get the thing home and falls into it in a state of drunken unconsciousness...).
Keep up with the oddball pursuits, people, it has been my observation that genius often accidentally reveals itself in precisely this manner!
Cheers.
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