January 30, 2016

Run On, Sentence. Run On.


I drew a Fat Hen.

Have you ever gotten in a situation where you're just casually walking down the street and someone tries to overtake you—you can hear their footsteps getting closer and closer, and you can feel them breathing down your neck—and right as they're starting to pass you, you speed up, but only just enough to match their speed, and then they're awkwardly stuck beside you?

I have.

On purpose.

Because I am Evil.