I look at a picture of Saunders from a year ago to now, thinking, "Okay, this lady has improved." I saw your -wish I had your wings- and I was amazed. A full background, shades nice and smooth, and a full background! Heh, sorry. I wasn't expected a forest. That took me by surprise.
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye See young sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And there behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward the trees Behind a bush, he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes. O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
A long time ago, way back in history When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops
He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king And to his praises we shall always sing Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer Lord bless Charlie Mops, The man who invented beer
The Jury's Bar, the Clancy's Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell So come on all me lucky lads at eleven O'clock ye stops For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops One, two, three, four, five
A bushel of malt, A barrel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. It's only eight pence ha'p'ny a pot and one and six in tax One, two, three, four, five
ooms this is by far my favorite oooooh my god i cant friggen say how much its just like this big ball of energy and love in my chest XD hahaha man this is such a great drawing of saunders goddamn its just straight up perfect and makes me want rootbeer sooooooooo badly or a cream soda even! :3 man this is such gold! great job!!!!!
Over the past year and a bit I have been watching your art, I have seen your characters take their own life on the screen before me. I have seen your progress and all I can say now is wow. I haven't got words for how well you and your characters have changed.... wow.