If I told you that my drawings of wieners got me this gig, would you be weirded out? Because I was, and if you are, then we have that in common, and we should probably be friends.
Category Archives: The French Fury
Formerly, I Made This. Different name, same content.
That they were the only ones kinda doesn’t really matter, right?
Because who doesn’t need a triple butt on their jacket?
It’s the final round-up. This is the last of these, and you won’t be seeing another batch of these until next year. Get stoked!
It’s time for the Inktober Week 2 1/2 Round-Up!
A small collection of inside jokes and general sketchbook shenanigans.
Some more people I’ve met, know, and have known. That bananazilla has the worst attitude.
There was a bandwagon, so I jumped on it.
The dead: they’re just like us.
Friends don’t touch gloves, they ram bellies.
I find it irritating that I’m only now discovering how much I enjoy wasting my time painting, drawing and embroidering nonsense, as opposed to when I gave outrageous amounts of money to an educational establishment that allowed me to do just that a decade ago. Alas.
Ever wonder what Roy Nelson would do in any given situation?
This is the result of a random chat taking a turn for the best and needing to be documented. You know, for posterity, younger generations, etc… That sort of stuff. I’m thoughtful that way.
Somebody was foolish enough to commission an embroidery from me. What a chump!
Didn’t know this little rabble-rouser for very long, but I still feel very privileged to have had my face licked, even if it meant having a fat lip for the following couple of hours.
Alt title: Things I’m Not Very Good At But Keep Doing Anyway.
We had a rough start, but it was all worth it in the end.