SWEATSHOP: SURVIVOR

February 21st, 2010 | people I know

I think Eliza’s lost her shit. Please ensure she doesn’t die. Full statement here, and here’s the topslice:

There’s aSWEATSHOPin about eleven hours that is cutting out even more slack between patrons and the artists they feed. I mean, haven’t you ever wanted to just dangle a gobbet of lemon chicken over an artist’s snapping, slavering maw?

Well, thanks to the brilliant minds behind SWEATSHOP,now you can!

That’s right. Sunday SWEATSHOPcuts out the middle man, and letsyou, the faithful patrons of the arts, feed the artists directly


One Response to “SWEATSHOP: SURVIVOR”

  1. This sounds a lot like this episode of Metalocalypse… they work for spaghetti… only they are such screw-ups they don’t get any spaghetti in the end.
    http://video.adultswim.com/metalocalypse/spaghetti-ice-rink-gig.html
    “That’s Fine. It’s probably what we’d use our money on anyway. Spaghetti!”