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Cheese straws, eight-year-old me, and the perils of shopping
OMG, eight-year-old me, how could you ever have hated cheese straws?! They are like concentrated awesome in extruded cheese product form! And just spicy enough, and I can never eat just one, I have to eat like a thousand!
Clearly eight-year-old me was a bit of a loser. Eight-year-old me didn't like MacGyver, either. I KNOW, RIGHT? What was WRONG with eight-year-old me?!
So I may have drawn some of the adventures of the dynamic duo of Chuck Norris and MacGyver.
Please to ignore the fact that I drew it in ten minutes and that it is made of concentrated crack and that I am apparently unable to draw hands or straight lines. (Any straight lines you may see were forcibly put in with Photoshop.)

Clearly eight-year-old me was a bit of a loser. Eight-year-old me didn't like MacGyver, either. I KNOW, RIGHT? What was WRONG with eight-year-old me?!
So I may have drawn some of the adventures of the dynamic duo of Chuck Norris and MacGyver.
Please to ignore the fact that I drew it in ten minutes and that it is made of concentrated crack and that I am apparently unable to draw hands or straight lines. (Any straight lines you may see were forcibly put in with Photoshop.)

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SO FULL OF EFFIN' WIN!
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