Boyfriend Art v. 4

I gotta be honest, he drew this like weeks ago and I've since forgotten the story behind it. So let's just leave it at this: it's Sonny. It's Cher. It's absurd.

Boyfriend Art v. 3

Here is the latest installment of boyfriend art! 

This one features Meat Loaf, and it's called "Paradise by the Easel." It's referencing this video, so go watch that first or it won't make sense.

My favorite part of this is probably the goiter in his belly. 

Boyfriend Art v. 2

Welcome to the second installment of Boyfriend Art!

In this picture, I asked him to draw a unicorn. He churned out this thing, which he affectionately dubbed the "Wunicorn."

Boyfriend Art v. 1

I have been at the beach! And it has been fantastic, however, it has left me with no time to come up with post ideas. But I did find three pictures on my laptop that the boyfriend drew last week. So enjoy one for now, and I'll spread the rest out over time in the future.

This is the boyfriend's version of Lil' Jon. Here is a real picture of him for comparison.

Photoshop 101

After seeing my last post, the boyfriend decided he wanted to try his hand at some photoshop drawing. This picture was originally a lot dirtier, but I've taken out some of the particularly risque parts* for posterity's sake.

*I'm not saying there was an orange penis, but I'm not not-saying it, either.

The Particularly Perplexing Physics of the Boyfriend's Shower

It is impossible to make the water in the boyfriend's shower a tolerable temperature. I've tried for seven days now, and for seven days it's bested me. It simply defies all common sense, reason, and natural law.

For instance, when you first turn on the shower, one's first instinct would be to turn on roughly equal strengths of hot and cold water. But that yields this result:

(btw that is in fact a window in the shower, placed in the second-most-awkward possible position for an average sized female)

So you think to yourself, no problem, simple fix. More cold water. I got this.

Done and done. But what's this now?

Ok. Fine. That was just a little too much cold water. I'll just add a little bit of heat.

Surely that worked.

Nope.

However, by this time, your allotted five minutes' worth of hot water has been exhausted so the temperature begins to drop rapidly. And since you've spent all of your time trying to get the temperature right you haven't gotten anything productive done during your shower and you haven't even shaved your legs yet. So you decide to just throw caution to the wind, go balls to the wall, and hope for the best.

Aaaaaaaand...

The end result of all your endeavors?

HELPING THE BOYFRIEND MOVE IN 98-DEGREE WEATHER

It's kind of like being at a 98 Degrees concert. Where they're singing perpetual psalmody. And you're tied down. And then someone with talent like Elton John comes out and is all "I'll save you with my talent, citizens!" And then they kill him. By decapitating him. And then the blood that spurts out of his open neck hole is boiling hot and acidic and sprays all over the crowd and melts everyone's skin but then you don't die and you can still hear so you're still stuck listening to 98 Degrees.

EDIT: No, just kidding. It was 102°.