Confession time, guys.
This is my serious confession face
You should know: I am never going to give you back your Tupperware.
Tupperware is harder to draw than cars. Apparently I think it looks like a tissue box. It’s Tupperware, people.
It’s not that I want it. Left to my own devices, I don’t even USE Tupperware.*
*Ziploc bags and glass dishes 4 life, yo.
What, do you not recycle via vat?
But I am never, ever going to give it back to you.
I’m just being honest here, people. Because I care. And because you all seem to care a LOT about Tupperware.
I am going to forget it in my sink.
I have places to be because I am busy and important, but mostly because I forget to do dishes a lot.
I am going to forget it on my counter.
I run a lot of places. And also can hover off the ground.
I am going to forget it in my car.
I’m not getting any better at drawing cars.
It will clutter my life throughout my slow-motion, forgetful quest to return it to you.
So instead, I am just going to tell you now: If you give me Tupperware**, I am never going to give it back.
**Gladware, Ruppermaid, Ziploc Boxes…I’m not brand biased.
NoOoOOOooOooOOoOoOooooo.
I am going to wash it out.
This is an entire post involving things I cannot draw. Sponges. Sinks. Tupperware. Cars….
And use it to build a plastic fortress. For protection. In case of zombies. Or rebellious leftovers. Lots of things are thwarted by fortresses, guys.
This is my focused fortress-building face.
So you have been warned.
Tupperware fortresses need windows or the plastic will suffocate you. Duh.
Perpetual Plot Hole 