This was my drawing I did last night for my bro-in-law. His last name is Snow & he asked for a “sinister looking snowman”. Pretty proud of it.
Apparently I just really like to watch people buy things? It’s like an inexplicably disturbing sickness with me. I’m disappointed in myself and the first step to recovering is admitting I have a problem. So, basically what I’m saying is it’s all Tv’s fault. And Everyone knows, not only does Ms. Abby have an army of brainwashed dancing baby demons ready for war, she also somehow through the magic of her giant gaping black hole controls all of reality tv. So incredibly and indirectly it’s all Abby Lee’s fault, and we will all end up being one of her evil minions someday. So basically Abby lee Miller is the 3rd sign of an impending apocalypse and is basically just a dancing Beelzebub doppelgänger, and I’m ok with all of this, as long as I can continue watching assholes buy shit.
Sadly…or gladly I have to agree! I get sucked in to the horror that is Abby Lee & the demon mothers. I sit there in awe as in my 16 years of dance I never had a teacher like her, or evil mothers allowed in the studio. I am addicted to any & all things Pawn related…but even more so Hardcore because something about the sleezy allure of 8 Mile appeals to me. Perhaps the infatuation I have with Eminem? I watch Storage Wars for the Evil-Dave-Yuuup antics & to mentally price what I could get for the stuff on ebay. Oh reality trash train wreck tv…how I love thee