It is the 4th of September. Labor Day. The wierdest holiday on the calendar. Why? Because, as many before and after me point out, we celebrate it by not partaking of the activity for which it is named.
Like this guy.
And like me.
I suspect that by now I am flopped on a towel in the sun. At least I hope so. I won't look this good but I will be happy.
Yes, another rushed pre-Feral sketch. The foreshortening was a bitch and a half.
