Cookin’ up a stack of woofels… er… waffles.
After a couple of buckets of fried chicken and no napkins, the grizzly bear officially turned into a greasely bear.
You know rabbits just can’t resist riding on a Carrotsel.
A little idea from my sketchbook that made the jump to color.
In 2011, I got an INSTAGRAM account, but never really used it because it was a “phone-only” app and extremely difficult to post artwork with, but I just discovered a workaround and now I can post artwork directly to Instagram from my computer. Now I have access to all kinds of stuff, so I plan to fill my Instagram page with brand new OLD artwork every day… so if you are interested in seeing brand new old stuff from me, come on over and subscribe to my Instagram page.
He wasn’t the drummer we wanted, (he was no spring chicken) but he already had a set of drum sticks and said he would work for chicken feed, so we gave him a shot… and he was pretty good for a while (even though most of the time he was just winging it) but we finally had to let him go because he refused to work on frydays.
He’s sick, he’s home in bed, his throat hurts and he can barely talk.
He’s a hoarse fly.