Tracey Emin

Sour-mugged, art termagant Tracey Emin quaffed an exquisite cocktail of absinthe, cough syrup and white cider from one of the Knight’s tainted chalices at what she thought was an ancient gallery opening.

“Great exhibit,” she chewed as the goblet’s curse encrusted her larynx with nodules, “shits on Cornelia’s Thirty Pieces of Silver.”

“Have you thought about crushing them with a steamroller?” she added, her face imploding like a paper bag in a vacuum chamber.

Guest Contribution: Peter Cribley

Emin: In Greek

Advertisements

0 Responses to “Tracey Emin”



  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




ABOUT

Welcome to They Chose Poorly - A Blog dedicated to those who drank from the wrong grail.

Inspired by the timely demise of Walter Donovan, Nazi stooge, from the telepicture Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Watch the original scene here

CHOOSE WISELY

Suggest your own Grail Fail and get it added to the list.

Email us here.

FOLLOW THE TRAIL

GRAIL FAIL ARCHIVE