No Patience. No Talent. Part Deux.

I went looking for colourful socks at the mall yesterday, and I overheard this rather L-A-R-G-E man in the Gap say to his equally large friend, "I don't think I can fit into these slim fit shirts anymore." And I know this is going to sound mean spirited, but my first thought was, "Dude, I don't think you could fit into these slim fit shirts 300 hot dogs ago."

And if you're thinking, "Wow, George is a dick, Karma's gonna get him, he'll probably get hit by a car", well you'd almost be right. We narrowly missed getting smashed to bits this morning by a moron turning left, but only looking right for traffic while doing so.

Anyways, on with the show. I present to you, part two of my No Patience, No Talent sketches. Did this one tonight. 2H, 2B, and 3B pencils. Spent a little more time with this one, but still, got antsy towards the end, and did the old 'random scribbles throughout' to avoid having to actually put in correct detail. Commence slagging now.