Sketches number [number]

I've been pretty busy lately with work and wasting time, but here's a little something put together from what little drivel I've been able to produce.

 

May your firstborn child be a masculine child, or at least, a child with the expected number of limbs.

Sketches number something.

Ended up spending the late hours doing some doodling, and I thought that I might as well post them. Click the pic for a larger view.

Victor's Secret.

After a short conversation on facebook, mainly consisting of pot-shots and mud-slinging, a class mate of mine managed to inspire me to make this:

The horror. The sexy, sexy horror.

The dress I'm looking rather fab in is supposed to be this one. Gurrr, baby, gurr.

Cheers Almelina, this one's for you. I wouldn't be able to create something so horrible without you.

Sleep? Hah! New shitty blawg post!

Pubs.

I like pubs. Pubs are nice. Pubs are warm and comforting. Pubs will play drinking music, like Irish folk, soothing Blues, mellow Jazz or something like that. It might even get kicked up a few notches with som good old rock. Pubs, thank the Gods, will NOT play shitty excuses for "R'n'B" or crotch grinding house faggotry.

I you want to dress like a skank or a douchy bro and act like a dumbfuck shit-for-brains, you can piss off to a club or a bar or whatever the fuck.

Pubs are also a place where you can wallow in self pity before mustering the guts to face the outside world:

 I where aiming for a Tom Waits kind of feel

Alas, proper pubs are difficult to come by in Oslo. Makes me wish that I was born british or a dane. Danes have good pubs. And you can smoke inside in pubs in Denmark.

A neckbeard request and a little bonus.