There’s a sweet spot where a broken-in brown paper bag has an old dog and french fry smell and the paper softens to cloth.
Category: drawing
Somebody used to beat me for accepting good enough. Now? I’d be glad to get back to good enough.
It’s not you. It’s me. Mostly. Kinda?
Your desire is my fiend. Wait. Reverse that.
Does anyone know Lucy’s number? I have a football for her.
When cartoons dress as other cartoons for mischief.
When you absolutely have to make sure your apology is weaponized.
When caps go wrong and hats turn deadly! Next week on: FFS! What Is On Your Head?
Sticks? Stones? I got your sticks right here.
White picket fences are tricky.
