I love this. This was the 2000s.

But they'll get the taste for it eventually.

For some it really can be too much to swallow.

go to bed, or so help me

Give it a long handled paddle, get someone to keep a rhythm on the excecutioners drum, work the crowd and then assume the position.

just don't wake up halfway through or you'll spawn in the timeline where the driver has hyjacked the train and taken it to newscastle.

It takes me a very long time to parse some com descriptions. some of you have a knack for writing ones that click into my brain easy, and some of you, bless yous ...do not. But at the same time, I struggle to point to what it is. (This is a me problem, by the way)

I was thinking the other day about how I never stream the sketch stage; is it because of high minded insecurities like feeling vulnerable showing my process or whatever; but no, I think it's because I spent, like, 45 minutes scratching my arse and staring at the desciptions before drawing anything.

Your shitty AI image will never make your mum happy like I can.

(You're lovely though, but I think you know that when your head's clear)

Bedtime, clown. You dance again in the morning.

It's a real wheeze

Tidy up your toys and wash your hands before dinner and your already there.

Happy birthday!!!