ferocious fuego, yo.
non-stop hottness, i mean.
i was a lucky duck,
and did two fresh tatzaps.
in a row.
and there was an unscheduled treat, too.
toby and erin stopped by with frosty beverages,
and special presents.
check the teleport:
that's a wrenchasaurus, b!tchbags.
sometimes, the wrench is chosen FOR you.
uh-huh, my clients know about what's up.
hell,
they didn't even get tattooed,
they just brought the thunder.
i occasionally do animal portraits.
i will probably not cry about how many,
or how often i do them,
but it does happen, homies.
also,
deceased dogs aren't usually my thing-a-ling,
but today was a day of deviation.
first thing, from blurry photocopied photos,
i did this:
what?
no.
i don't really do background if i can help it.
that's my thing.
moist-oil my-style hard-styles, neighbors.
that's the way the canines keep it.
and the ancestor of all dogs?
you know it.
wolfen, ninjas.
really.
***********
where wolf?
werewolf!
i doo-doo that, duders.
me and mine are rockin' a dinner party.
tofurky supper, for our peoples.
cyle and casey and the furious five from the fortress.
word up.
i also realize that i never show the kids up on here.
so,
here ya go....
dynamic doo-doo duo.
they make quite a pair, y'all.
little cubs,
part of a powerful pack of battle-beasts for sure.
dinner is calling,
like london.
as in: jack london, y'all.
the call of the wild, even;
never quiet, never soft.....
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