While in History of Rock and Roll class...
Our teacher asks the class who is in the School of Art. Ashlee and I raise our hands, along with an underclassman-like girl next to us. Our professor asks,
"What was conceptual art like in the 1950s and 60s?"
Ashlee and I just sit there, jaws dropped, "uhhhh..."
While the girl next to us, who has been in art school for about a year answers the question instead.
Smoke then started to come out of the ears of Ashlee and I, remnants of a fried brain.
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