Here is yet another sketch in our From the Archives image series. Please enjoy and thank you so much for your continued support.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1500 x 1159px
I always kinda like the burned ones, when you can blow them out fast enough to keep them from oozing off the stick and plopping to the ground.
When you're a dragon, all your marshmallows end up like that.
Aawww!
Images like that are always so adorable! ^^
Almost as it was bringing back memories we never had...
Ah... Always wanted to go camping... ;-;
Images like that are always so adorable! ^^
Almost as it was bringing back memories we never had...
Ah... Always wanted to go camping... ;-;
Makes me think of the weenie roast section of Jean Shepherd’s essay on going to summer camp as a kid The Mole People Battle The Forces Of Darkness: “I held a weenie in the flames for a couple of seconds until my green twig, which wasn’t supposed to burn, flared into a raging inferno. Waving the stick to put out the fire, I knocked fifty-seven other kids’ weenies into the flames. I wouldn’t be here to tell the tale if we hadn’t been issued two weenies apiece. I didn’t want to take any chances on the second one, so I gulped it down raw, following it up with fifteen or twenty of the marshmallows that Beavers hadn’t heated into boiling white balls of pitch and then dropped down Chipmunks’
backs. It wasn’t until later that we discovered the raw weenies really were raw weenies, and the action that night at the latrine was spectacular.” At least Shepherd got to eat his weenie. As for his friend, Schwartz- “My tongue! It’s burning up! It’s on fire!” Schwartz cried out in pain after he had bitten into a smoldering charcoal weenie. For a week afterward, his tongue looked like a barrage balloon.
backs. It wasn’t until later that we discovered the raw weenies really were raw weenies, and the action that night at the latrine was spectacular.” At least Shepherd got to eat his weenie. As for his friend, Schwartz- “My tongue! It’s burning up! It’s on fire!” Schwartz cried out in pain after he had bitten into a smoldering charcoal weenie. For a week afterward, his tongue looked like a barrage balloon.
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