Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Today I called my buddy to talk shop and somehow we ended up talking about "pumping." Not pumping in the Reebok or biblical sense, but remember when you were little and you would pull one of your arms inside your shirt, grab the end of your sleeve with the other hand, and pump your fist up and down inside your shirt? Pumping.

We then started talking about pulling your shirt over your knees to pretend you either have giant boobs or are a midget, at which point he told me how he did a dance for a talent show in elementary school that culminated with him pulling his "Bartman" t-shirt over his knees and dancing like a midget and while he was doing this he farted, immediately earning him the nickname "Fartman." I'm sure this was all kinds of scarring for him, so I drew this up and sent it to him. Cause that's what friends are for.

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