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I would like to go on the record and state that at no point in time over the weekend I launched the contents of a paint bucket at a wall.

…the thought did cross my mind, however.

Shawn and Renee bought a house recently, which is totally cool.  The pervious owners painted a bunch of rooms with weird colors, which is totally uncool.  Rich, Lima, Rich’s dad, and I were enlisted to help paint.

One of our paints smelled like liqueur and after an hour or so of taking in its fumes, the concept of using the marquee tool to select the appropriate wall space and then tossing a paint bucket at it began to seem like a neat idea.

Fortunately, the urge was resisted.

…but maybe it would have worked.

After around two hours of painting, Shawn came in to check in on how I was doing (we were all in different rooms) and I implored him to smell the booze-y-ness of the paint.

I don’t recall exactly what I said, but it was something to the effect of, “Smell your walls, Shawn.  Smell you walls with me!”

Shawn opened a window.

That was likely a good idea.