By popular demand, here it is: Drunk Barbie as interpreted by my eight-year-old daughter, Lillie, after her unauthorized reading of Tucker Max.
This is a detail of a larger drawing. I’m not sure what the story concerns, but apparently, Barbie arrives home to find that voice balloons are claiming ownership of the house. To make matters worse, Barbie is hammered—you can see the cocktail in her hand. “What have you guys done with my house?” she wails. “Oh guys, no you don’t!” That’s when it happens.
Splat.
Barbie's puke!
And it’s chunky.
Barbie's now ready for her dream date with Tucker Max.
