i need some animal skulls.
nothing bigger than a dog, though.
or maybe a small deer?
who's got 'em?, because i want 'em.
walking sticks, ya'll, with dead animal faces on top.
all visitors to the homestead get to rock 'em.
so help me help you, ninjas.
and send me the skulls.
we went and saw narnians fight some spanish dudes.
some a-tards brought their little kid, who cried and screamed and basicaly acted like a two year old. she was a two year old, so it made sense. what still doesn't exactly add up is what kind of flippin' cocklord brings a kid who sucks so hard to a movie, and then
doesn't take 'em out when they start to suck, hard and loud??? they owe me $8 buxxx....i'm sayin'.
besides the horrifyingly bad parents, the movie took about an hour to be fun to watch, but then there was a lot of battling and a real lot of battle-beasts.
chopping arms and legs, ya'll.
always dope.
the majority of the day was spent drawing. here's some highlights. the low ones got erased.
that's it, ya'll.
start to finish.
word.
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