“Where have you been?”
“Out? With those friends of yours?”
“Yes. GAWD! Leave me alone.”
“No! Let me see your hands! Are those ink stains? Are you drawing?! Where did you learn to do this shit?”
“I learned it from watching you! You doodle on your desk calendar!”
“…oh my god…”
Today’s doodle comes from the archives, aka known as one of the many sketch books that clutter up my house.
Call it an alien. Wicked teeth. On the outside of the mouth, too. Which can’t be good. I mean, imagine what the dentist says when this one comes in for a cleaning.
“I see you have bugs in your teeth. Again. Do you floss?”
“Okay, no. BUT YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY SO WHY DO YOU MAKE ME LIE TO YOU?!”