Mohamed Bofarid

Sean King

Rietje Becker

Benjamin Chandler

C Alexandra

English

i remember this particular day, in a hot day summer of 2022, my pizza delivery just arrived, as i opened my front door, there was standing the famous old painter, with the wierd short moustach, with za pizza in his hand asking if it's for me

Pablo Picasso ripped off the fake mustache and barged in to my studio apartment. “I’ve always wanted to try this stuffed-crust pie! Fetch us some wine!” The best I could do was Jell-O shots, but Pablo didn’t seem to mind too much. That’s how the craziest night of my life began.

Pablo, as it turned out, had quite an appetite for Jell-O shots and 10 later, was in great spirits. “Guernica! To the shooting range!” he said. This seemed like a bad idea, but I had no other plans.

Pablo wanted to use empty Jell-O shots cups as targets. I said they were too small & suggested house paint cans instead. He would not be dissuaded. When he missed every shot, he smashed the rifle against the ground. "Hey, moron!" a voice cried behind us. "That's my father's gun!"

Pablo swung his head around. “Yeah, and they’re my mother’s Jell-O cups. So what?” 
I put my head in my hands as the man stormed towards us. Luckily, he passed straight by me and made a beeline for Pablo. When they were nose-to-nose, he growled, “no one touches my father’s gun.”

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