Monday. New Mysterio time. Little crayon action on this one. My Micron pens are totally dying, gonna have to get some new ones soon.
(Why, yes I’ve had this email printed out since 2010. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it after my wife forwarded it to me. Turns out it was just waiting for a spaceman fellow to be drawn on it.)
Eleven years ago I would’ve had my whole day planned for this date. And that usually included drawing pictures of myself doing that very thing. As seen in the drawing. Drugs, I mean.