This guy is basically what I always thought happened to Benjamin Bunny. It seemed like he and the farmer had a full scale fucking war going on, and I imagine there were casualties on both sides.
This one's new - it's lookin' like my consistency has not improved at all in the last 6 years. Go me!
I just remember this guy's name was Connor Meile, after the line of vacuum cleaners. Not sure why, precisely, but they are good vacuums.
After drawing this guy, a very nice girl was enthusiastically emailing me about him, which was a little weird to me, as I think of everything I do as an isolated exercise in a corner of my apt, and am somehow always shocked to find out other people can see these things, too. Also, it's a little worrying to think that people may be looking to me for inspiration, since I spend the majority of my time drawing the dumbest ball-related puns I can think of.
He's carrying is some sort of weird old poison bottle I wanted at one point, but was not willing to spend 150 bucks on, because that is ridiculous. I'm sure somebody did, though. The jerk.
I really like double-breasted coats, but only on other people. I don't have time personally for that many buttons.
I would so like to know what exactly Torgo went on to do after Manos. Oh, I've got some guesses, but I bet the truth is even better.
I want like eight more taxidermy Fallow deer heads, but I'm already toeing the line between having interesting decor and living in the Bates Motel Lobby as it is.
Why don't genetic mutations ever slap anyone with extra cute parts? I could get behind a panda with 6 ears.
I wanted to play upright bass sooooo bad when I was little. I didn't quite get that you had to learn on violin first tho, and ended up in band instead. Lame.
I still love the Frozen Expression of Surprise Ward.
This is pretty much still the case today.
Also still the case. 











