Monty by Jim Meddick for April 16, 2016
April 15, 2016
April 17, 2016
Transcript:
A dab of raw umber... Here... A dab of alizarn crimson there... And... Voila! Done! Your soul has been transferred to canvas! Behold! The deepest, darkest depths of your being! I think my therapist needs to see this.
It doesn’t look anything like him. Monty never wears a bow tie.