The boy who lives in my house. I had sketched this a year or so back. He’s bigger now.

I’ve been trying to make the kid who lives in my house, laugh all day. At the Dutts’, it’s inconceivable not ta laugh frequently. Dutts laugh wantonly, libidinously, rampantly, scurrilously, opprobriously. You get the hang.

If you want ta check out what happens when Dutts laugh, click your pinkie on the following link…….

I’m laughin’, on the inside