Line-dancing bears. Possibly square-dancing. Definitely not at a keidleigh because I can’t spell that.
In accordance with popular whinge, today marks the beginning of DANCING BEAR WEEK! And the first thing that pops into mind when someone says ‘dancing bear’ is, naturally, a voguing bear. Right? Right.
That woman needs a *lot* of hair gel.
So I meant to say, yesterday’s picture was supposed to be a parachuting lion. I know, I know, it’s obvious I’ve never been parachuting in my life and don’t particularly intend to. Nor did the lion though, and see what happened to him.
Someone asked me to draw a clown and I was all hmm ok I can do this only it seems to be clown jesus or perhaps a sun god or just a really awkward hat? I don’t know
Snailien = snail alien. In case you didn’t catch that.