Showing posts with label hip-hop Hay-zeus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hip-hop Hay-zeus. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Polite blaspheme is like a chaste whore, bro.

Well, it's been almost a week now, and so far so good. I have an audience that's worth writing for - but drawing for? Well, you're gonna have to suck sour lemons bro because I draw on behalf of myself. Seriously, you think you're going to dictate how I handle my shit, bro? Because we can go down, bro! Wanna do this, bro? Maybe I respect you bro? Maybe I tear at the sight of confrontation? How about we make some sweet-sweet love and watch Jesus resurrect...

...these phresh beats! Bro!

Regardless, here's my mashed sketch of the day:

I draw the most expressionless eyes, with little to no personality...ffffffudge!

Welp, here's the reference for any of youz curious:


Probably not, but I like freaking out like Heaby-Jeabeez.

Regardless, have a great freaking day, my gracious sugar-cokies.

P.S. Jabroni, you jabroni.