Trabalho Final - História da Arte, ESPM-RS / PP CSNO 2B - 2006. Propaganda para uma rádio do RS, Ipanema FM. Animação feita com massa de modelar.

Trabalho Final - História da Arte, ESPM-RS / PP CSNO 2B - 2006. Propaganda para uma rádio do RS, Ipanema FM. Animação feita com massa de modelar.

a PP animation i made :D

This is our dog schweppes. We call her PP for short. She doesn't like to dance to much though.

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Pleae click the high quality link!! Right below the video. A wise, yet bitter old man paints a picture for a young lad of his life if he doesn't change his direction. My 2nd 2008 Bushman World Ukulele Video Contest entry. Thanks again to Bushman for having this contest, the spirit of competition is inspiring me. Although I don't believe I'll even be considered. This was a poem I wrote long ago for my DA account at imgsrc.deviantart.com. Lyrics: Young man, come hither and listen to me Knowledge of the Gods I bestow upon thee! I beseech thee, child, you must heed my word That woman you're after is comparable to a turd. Love is a fickle, fecal matter Best to stay away, because it can splatter Twill make a sham of your life and leave you bitter Over falling in love, I would choose to snort glitter But alas, young child, you resemble those before you Though I advise it is better to just let a bull gore you You feel the sensations in your trousers Feels as if your shorts are invaded by browsers You see that woman, don't you, boy? You dream of her, young heart filled with joy Little known to you, she prepares the trap Begins to direct you just like a map Before you're aware, she'll have your shillings You shall be paying her monthly billings At first you'll be compensated between the sheets Delights abound, even oral treats Know this though, my child, as time goes by You'll question yourself, wondering why Your wallet is empty, and so is your heart And laddy, that is just the start... You work two jobs, and when you get home Shes just to tired to receive a bone Your frustration SHALL MOUNT, and perhaps one day You'll be fired from your night job, and to your dismay You come home early, and thus discover In your very own bed, a secret lover This woman has betrayed you and she planned it all along The desire for riches to a woman is strong This trifling wench, she never loved you Once you realize this, you know what you'll do? You'll go to your kitchen, in your house, and get a knife Go back to the room where your lovely wife Rests with this jester, this joker, this fool You'll raise the knife and you'll cut off his tool Detached PP in hand, you'll hold it high And plunge it down between her thighs "You want his member?" You'll holler and yell, "Well there you have it, now burn in hell!!!" When all is said and done That woman will still have won. You'll wake up to the smell of Bubba every day Your rear shall throb, even though you're not gay. In prison you'll be, serving twenty five to life All because of that naughty wife. So beware the trouser sensations, my son Or one day you'll be inmate 634531. Thanks and Thank God for making the most awesome instrument ever, the Ukulele.

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