New Sketch. Original Title.

Someone said I was so dull and lame. I disagreed. She gave a rebutted. We both went home. I then ripped my braces off my own face and killed my family. Then I woke up. But all's well. I'm eating a yogurt because braces don't allow you to fucking eat anything. It sucks. I can't think, and I can't draw well because I'm too focused on being aggravated by these intrusive wires of metal in my chrome-dome of a face. Jesus!


Here's a sketch, you twat:

It's not the best I was able to conjure up, and I'll probably get to it later, but right now, I just need to rest.

Rest a reference, jabroni.

I know, I'm a lazy cunt, but think about it: Someone could be masturbating in your sandwich as we speak, or a super-pedophile could be fucking your unborn child whilst your pregnant girlfriend sleeps, or you could have a terribly boring life jerking off to porn all your life, so shut the fuck up because I'll get to it as soon as I can, you troglodyte homunculus.