This one's for the Smiths fans.
Hey, kids! It's Julee, back again for another installment of half-witted scribbles and drunken observations! These delectable little drawings were all plucked from an overbearing hangover and 3 continuous days and nights of whiskey-inhaling, running around naked, and unemployment. And before people start get their hipster panties in a knot-- I don't have anything against the Smiths, I just think Morrisey is a ridiculous bastard.
Until next time, brothers and sistas!