flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
So technically his birthday was January 20th, but I am procrastinatey and also indecisive. Anyway, first I drew this one, but it just didn’t seem festive enough:
So I festiv’d it up a tad. The fact that he looks drunk now is entirely accidental, but makes me chortle, so I’m keeping it.
In the extra festive (read: drunk) one, he appears to be flipping us off as an added bonus.
That’s how my birthdays go — drunk and inappropriately bitchy. That’s not true, I rarely drink.
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