Category: Leftover Shenanigans

  • My vase blew up…

    My once-promising vase has transformed into a post-apocalyptic crater of clay. The kiln, clearly a sadistic art critic, said, “Nope,” and turned my dreamy vase into a jagged, smoky monument to failure. The kiln has spoken, and it’s brutal: my carefully crafted vase has exploded into a lava-like abstract horror.…