I don't actually remember the story behind this one. But yeah, babies huh.
Sometimes things need mallet-ing. And that's when you call Mr. Skimpy.
Done on my Bible notes.
And me thinks it's gonna be a long, long time, till touchdown brings me back to you....
This seems like it should come out of someone who is highly medicated.
This is the professor. PHD in Fucking you up.
GET YOUR ADVERBS HERE!
I saw a shadow from a tree one morning while I was waiting to go to school, so I quickly drew up how it looked in my mind. Not extistential bullshit, I swear.
Sometimes looking at this picture makes me feel bad, especially because I drew it in a class called "Jews and the Holocaust," then I remember that I'm not a fucking nazi and everything's better.
How I'd market Hot Pockets.
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