The result of a three-in-the-morning inspiration, aided and abetted no doubt by various prescription meds. I simply could not resist, as he was crying out for an apron. I think he wants to do the dishes, and I'm not going to stop him (hey, I'd sell my soul for less some days).
I put the pocket on his left since I figured he'd be left handed. I mean, come on--between dexter and sinister, which is Satan going to choose? And at any rate due to stuffing irregularities on the part of his Maker (myself) it does appear that his biceps are considerably beefier on that side.
Yep; still cracking me up.
16 comments:
That's frickin' hysterical!
SQUEAL!!!
Must... own... Satan... doll...
Thanks, Angela. He's making my day, let me tell you.
And you know, Evn, I very nearly put a comment on the first post about this guy predicting that you would, in fact, go all SQUEEEE! when you saw it.
I really should trust my instincts better, no?
So, hmm.... just how bad do you want him?
I very nearly put a comment on the first post about this guy predicting that you would, in fact, go all SQUEEEE! when you saw it.
You've got yourself an accurate prophet there.
So, hmm.... just how bad do you want him?
Name your price.
Oh, and just so you know, I'm making puppy-dog eyes at my monitor right now. No one has ever resisted my puppy dog eyes.
Oh. My.
Giggle! Snort! Os that his tail tucked in his pocket? hahaha
Yes, Genie Sea, that is his tail. (There's a Mae West inspired joke in there somewhere but I'll resist. It's just his tail.)
Poor Evn. It turns out I am a total cat person and am immune to puppy-dog eyes. So let's see... just what can I extort out of you?
First born? (Nah. I mean, I like kids well enough, but really it's less hassle to adopt. Besides, I wouldn't want one hanging around me all the time.)
All the gold I can eat? (Nah.)
Majikal sekrits? (Meh. I can probably figure them out for myself.)
Hmmmm.
I know. How about a name and a mailing address?
I know, I suck at Teh Evil. Teh Capitalism, apparently, too.
It turns out I am a total cat person and am immune to puppy-dog eyes.
No problem! I've got that covered!
First born?
Take it. Seriously. Eeew, offspring.
Majikal sekrits?
I'll send you a PDF.
I know. How about a name and a mailing address?
Deal.
(Which rhymes with squeal. Squeal!)
SQUEE! Antonio Banderas!
YOU WIN.
Give me a day or two, though, to brrrrrrrave the cold weather and get to the post office. It's really effin' freezing out there!
This is great! The apron is perfect for him. And the lace is the coup de grace. Brilliant.
And I'm so with you on the left handed thing. Gotta be.
Thanks Steve. I just had a vision, y'know?
Oh how this made me grin! He is utterly fabulous!
Hello! I've been lurking here for a bit now, but today I decided lurking was creepy. I adore your artwork with much ardor, and can't wait to see more fun creative creations from you. :)
I'd consider learning to knit to get one of those.
And the apron is **perfect**!
Sorry, Evn, RadCon is a tad spiffier (although not *anywhere* near hiliarious) as Satan.
RadCon rocks and keeps me safe from most ironing. And socks. Matching them, I mean.
Thalia, that freakin' apron put him totally over the top. You need to put a patent on him, girl!
That is hilarious! The apron is perfect--makes me think of the Satan on South Park.
The doll is adorable in an evil super genius way. :)
Post a Comment