Here is a drawing of a tank. It’s kind of inspired by that movie “Art School Confidential”. The movie was only so-so in my opinion, but it was a pretty accurate representation of art school. I don’t have much to add. It’s a tank. Enjoy!

That’s why it rains, you know? Because the clouds hate you. However, clouds aren’t so good at grammar, so they express it as if it’s a Prince song title, or maybe as if they were texting you. And with lightning.

You know, this is the God’s honest truth. Artistic integrity is something I left behind in art school. Not that I want to end up in a suit with a blackberry in my hand and a bluetooth hanging out of my ear. But yeah. I gots to get PAID son. Do you want to buy a piece of my soul? My contact info is available down and to the left, ya’ll. Call me!

Blowfish is poisonous, but don’t let him fool you. He’s only poisonous if you try to eat him and prepare it wrong. Which, look at a blowfish, would you? Why would anyone want to eat that? Is it the challenge? Besides LOOKING unappetizing, it’s also poison if inexpertly prepared. Hooray. I’d rather eat an Ortolan.

Here’s what you do. First, drink a lot. I mean a lot. And then wear this shirt. Wait, no. Wear the shirt first. Then… after you’re drunk, just walk up to hot ladies and just point to your shirt and give them the eye. Yeah. Do it. Totally it will work.

Also, ladies, it will probably SERIOUSLY work if you do it. It’s magic.