
My son started school this week. The seventh grade. That's right, I have a son in seventh grade. I am still digesting that one. I mean, I remember when I was in the seventh grade. Girls suddenly looked different. You had to wear the right shoes. (I did not, and thus suffered through constant shouts of "bobo shoes" in the hallways) If you were cool at all you at least had some signs of facial hair. And lunch in the cafeteria was a brutally shocking education in new slang terms referring to private parts. I just hope he gets through it better than I did.
Now, back to work.
3 comments:
Dude, I was a total bobo shoes. Love the bot sketches, as always.
Awesome work as always man.
-R.
Cool designs! I think the big phonograph action rocks! And yah, without the cool sneaks, you are doomed! 7th grade is a strang, strange place!
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