I saw a scrap piece of paper on the kitchen table that my mom had written on. My dad had just got back from golf, and I decided to sketch something quickly. I was feeling good because I had a good lunch with someone I really like, and so this dude materialized. He looks naughty, my dad said, as though he had just farted. I tend to agree.
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