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Centuries ago, in a time marked by great darkness (to be clear, I’m talking about March here) I drew a few merit badges that reflected … well, to be honest, they didn’t really reflect much. I mostly just wanted to draw a bunch of Boy Scout looking shits but instead of focusing on stupid stuff like tying knots with the scoutmaster’s dick, opted for imagery involving skateboarding, alcohol, and cigarettes! So I guess they did reflect a certain sense of desperation — that whole “living to die” ethos that the chicks go nuts for these days.

At the time, I said I’d be drawing more of them, and smartly didn’t include any kind of time frame in which that promise would be fulfilled. Secretly, however, I intended to finish the rest of the batch within a week. So now, two months later, I finally kicked myself in the ass and got them done.

To be clear, I didn’t literally kick my ass over these — I don’t want you to think I was that serious about it, just in case these suck. And for the record, I can kick myself in the ass, quite literally, in case that happens to be something you’re willing to pay for.