Obaasan just brought Dad a handaxe for working inside the house. I’m a little concerned.

I may have just given myself a black eye with a giraffe.

And then I gave Dell a hot sister and was sorely tempted to name her Dam. *file under why I simply should not*

DAD TRUCK MAGE TRUCKS

*no Carmex* *no chapstick* *only lipgloss* *desperate* *lipgloss is a beautiful dark red* *I look like I’ve been eating people*

Also his default everything is NOPE.

Just got feels from a Budweiser commercial I QUIT

We had to break for dinner. NOT THE TRAILER PARK

WE HAVE TO FINISH IT TOMORROW BECAUSE BRI NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP

Hope —> Jordan

UGH ED YOU’RE GONNA SLEEP WALK

Jordan —> Hope

SLEEP FALL OUT OF BED MAYBE

Hope —> Jordan

25 CENTS TO WATCH BRI SLEEP WE’LL BE RICH

FUGITIVES

“lumpy mutated horsey”

ROLF YOUR TORSO

Brianna and I cackle awkwardly at the terror of the Eds.

BrI: Why do I always get bit by the creepy guys? *pause* Thanks for not leaving me behind. *laugh* Thanks, guys.

“Ed, fingers!” Poor Wilfred. GEEZ JOHNNY

Spazzed at the appeance of Chowder. HEY A DESERT! Bri: Get off my head, Hopie! *pause, die laughing* Yeah, that’s me. Probably the only rock out there— Me: —and you hit it? Bri: Yep. *moments later, Eddy echoes us and Bri asplodes*

Bri: You could teach English. Oh, wait, you’re being a cartoonist… You could draw cartoons. At the circus.

OUT OF ORDER. BEING SLOW. QKAIKIM

SECRET LAIR OF MELON!??

Parkour Johnny

DENIED

Dat bike ROLF WAI

Steam goggles.

So I tried drawing us as cartoons again yesterday. “I’m emotionally unstable!” “I really like fat cats!” “HOPE SMASH!” Do you think I captured/exaggerated our personalities.