I drew you something horrible...

I'm still catching up on illustrations for jensartnight, and I've jumped back to the first assignment: "harlequin babies".

If you don't know what a harlequin baby is, they're children who are born with a very distinct--and some say repulsive--birth defect that is often fatal.

IF YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THAT SORT OF THING, DO NOT GOOGLE THE CONDITION FOR REFERENCE.

IF YOU ARE NOT READY FOR A SHITTY DRAWING BASED ON THAT THEME, DO NOT CLICK THE CUT-TAG BELOW.

If you click on it, you formally forgo all of your rights to bitch about my drawing, unless you're saying "Jesus, you're not kidding, you really can't draw." If you wanna be freaked-out or joke about it, feel free, but actual "How Dare You!" comments will be frozen, deleted, or mocked and then frozen.

Just because I drew a "funny" thing about it doesn't mean I think it's funny.

This journal is not G-Rated, kids; it's on the line between R and X.

If you think my stuff is NSFW, then DON'T. VIEW. IT. AT. WORK.

Try working instead.

Ugh, that will be the last time I warn about anything for a while kids. I feel dirty even doing it.

Okay, I'll apologize that the scan isn't the best because I'm not on my computer, I'm at lunch and using a public one. ;D


( NOW HERE'S MY ART. )

Love,

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Apropos of nothing, flashback time.

Love,

b

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On the subject of winning:

"First croquet, now thumb wrestling; I'm an athlete." - Lovely Wife Sara