He cuts down trees, he wears high heels, he goes to the lavatory (to stress cry), On Wednesdays he goes shopping and has buttered scones for tea!
So C and V went on a cruise and brought back adorable bobble headed animals for some of their buddies, and mine is TERRIFYING (in the best possible way). I’ve … Continue reading
Do I need to post the preceding two? Eh, why not. Or, if I’m Canadian, why not, eh?
In case you didn’t see this one last week: And now:
. . . because snorting pixie stix leads to pain and colourful snot. Kids, learn from the lessons of the 80s — the sugar dust goes in the mouth, not … Continue reading
I was sad when I drew the first necrotic owl because I had just used up the best neurotic owl pun I would ever come up with. Luckily, I’m not … Continue reading