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Tag Archives: Betsy The Great
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Dear Internets, I had a fantabulous time at Radish Underground, Friday night. We made a lot of custom cards. And I think I outdid myself. Betsy the Great was there, making custom jewelry. And the red dress that Celeste made … Continue reading
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Craft Shows and Betsy The Great
For those of you who don’t know, my name is Alisa Starr. I make Snarky Cards: Brutally Honest Greeting Cards. I sell them in bars from a box that hangs beneath my boobs. They will crack you the fuck up. … Continue reading
Motor-boating and Make-Out
If I sound a little retarded, it’s because I’m tired. I’ve been painting my ass off, instead of sleeping, trying to get everything all ready so that I can be on my game tomorrow. I’ll be there, next to St. … Continue reading
“I don’t have a problem with change. I just don’t like to be there when it happens.”
-Monk Yesterday I hung around Betsy The Great’s Studio. She made jewelry and I used her scanner to bring you new Snarky Cards. Afterwards, we stopped by Tender Loving Empire, where they carry Betsy’s Jewelry. I met Brianne, and handed … Continue reading
I like you so much better than my real friends!
Guns For Babies was an Art Support Group. There were about a dozen of us Babies, and we met once a week, to make art and talk shit, and try make each other pee our pants from laughter. We were for trading guns for babies. We were for giving babies guns. We were, however, firmly against bullets. Most of us still are. Continue reading