Would You Like a Cup of Tea?

Our new neighbors are a pair of art student sisters from Hell, Michigan. We went over to their house for a cheerleader film festival on friday and found their rather small apartment to be filled with enough tchotkes to bludgeon John Waters to death. I think that's why I'm suspicious of art student or anyone with a retro haircut: I know deep-down that their Jesus memorabilia collection will always be better than mine.
But I like these particular art students because they are shy and dorky and nonetheless have repeatedly almost gotten so expelled from art school. The last time was two weeks ago when their new exhibit featuring a fifty-foot long crochet penis and matching crochet strap-on debuted in the main gallery on allumni weekend after the art students stubbornly refused to have it censored. They had to have a meeting with the crusty old Dean, a puzzled meeting as they had never expected penis-themed art to ever be controversial at their particular college. Neither did anyone hearing this story.
"But it's art school!" was my indignant call back.
"Exactly" said the art student. "That was the sum total of my argument." The crusty old Dean must have had a revelation that his students were constantly displaying fake penises because he let the culprits go.