this is what you get when your friend is drunk and singing party songs at you, and you have the following instruments of doom at your disposal:
a. MS paint (you know, that extra rider of the apocalypse who wore beige cardigans and was so boring and useless they forgot to write him in
b. a golf club (has no relevance to this post whatsoever)
c. the lack of remembering what that damn uniform looks like
( gaze upon the beauty* of my 5 minute artskillz!Collapse )
that was so pointless. serious time!
umm....choose a subject. physics/cheesecake/armstrong's ravishing torso in FMA. discuss!