Prologue: www.LukeSki.com
the Official Website of "the great Luke Ski" and GNOME Productions
True Tales of Ignorance from the Caricature Stand
Note:
This was written over a period of two months (Dec. 98 thru Jan 99) as I
was working at my Caricature Stand at Station Casino Kansas City.
It was done as a catharsis so I could protect myself from the immense
stupidity that commonly inhabits the average casino.
~
Luke Ski, 11-15-2002
Written by Luke Collis Sienkowski, 1-11-99
Prologue:
"Some
people are really f@#$%&* stupid. Did you ever notice that? How many REALLY
STUPID PEOPLE you run into during the day? God damn, there's a lot of stupid
bastards walking around. Carry a little pad and pencil with you, you'll wind up
with 30 or 40 names by the end of the day. Look at it this way, think of how
stupid the average person is, and then realize, HALF of them are STUPIDER THAN
THAT. And it doesn't take you very long to spot one of 'em, does it? Take you
about 8 seconds. You'll be listening to some guy, and you'll say... ... THIS GUY
IS F@#$%&* STUPID!!!"
~ George Carlin
The following things
described on the following page are all true things that have happened to me. I
can't make this stuff up.
Okay. Here's the deal. I
draw people for about 20 hours a week in a public place. One of the most
infuriating things I experience is people who walk behind me while I'm drawing,
and make negative comments about my work. Usually it's because they think they
are being funny, which offends me as a professional comedian. Sometimes, it's
because they are drunken assholes, which is even more annoying. But the worst of
them are the ones who stand there and say out loud, LOUD, that my drawings
"don't look anything like them", and start giving me a play-by-play
critique of my work as I'm working on it. This is the worst experience I am
forced to endure on a semi-regular basis. Besides the obvious, let me explain
why.
You all are familiar with the "backseat driver". Imagine you are
driving a car, and there is a person in the backseat (who has a driver's
license, let's assume) who is criticizing your ability to drive the car. He or
she is barking suggestions at you left and right... pain in the ass right? Yes.
But, at least you know that that person in your backseat is also a driver like
yourself, and despite their obnoxious tone, they may occasionally have a piece
of useful information for you to consider, like "Pump your brakes",
"There's a cop", and "Look out for that flaming school bus."
The point is, you and the backseat driver have the shared knowledge of the
driving experience, and that in some slight way justifies the backseat driver's
running commentary.
Okay, new situation. Imagine that you are a jet airplane pilot. Imagine the vast
amounts of information and experience it takes to be a jet airplane pilot. Years
of schooling, practice, patience... and now you've finally made it, you're a
professional jet airplane pilot for a major airline. Okay, now pretend that
somehow, the cockpit of the jet you're flying has no back wall, and the
passengers are seated directly behind you. You turn your head around, there's
the passengers. Okay. You're flying along, doot de doot de doo, suddenly, some
mongoloid behind you starts barking suggestions at you about how you should be
flying the plane. "Go higher", "You're going too slow, we're
gonna be late", "Put it on auto pilot so you can get me more
peanuts." Can you imagine how offended you would be by that? All those
years of hard work and study, and here's some yahoo with no discernable idea of
all the immense intricacies of making jet flight possible, trying to tell you
how to do your job. Just think about that for a moment and savor all the rage
that you would feel for that damn stupid fool idiot moron... Okay, that's just
about how I feel every weekend.
Being a Caricature Artist takes a lot of specific artistic training, on top of
general artistic training, along with a lot of personal training that would take
too long to explain here. So when some inconsiderate drunken ignorant casino
patron walks behind me and feels the uncontrollable impulse as the world's
funniest person in his-or-her own mind to throw their own two cents in with
comments like "His ears aren't that big! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!", "She
doesn't look that ugly! Har har har!", or "That doesn't look anything
like them!", it makes me want to reach for an automatic weapon and start
raising the average intelligence level of the American gene pool.
I am a caricature artist. I have been working professionally for over 2 years, I
have a Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree in Illustration from the Kansas City Art
Institute at which I studied fine art for 4 years, and I spent the better part
of my free time teaching myself how to draw during the 18 years previous to
that. They are completely ignorant to all of that knowledge and experience,
which completely eliminates any justifiable right to critique or comment on the
state of my work in any way. They are artistic gutter trash, the slime under my
feet, Picasso's toilet paper, and I have no kinship to them, no respect for
them, and zero tolerance of their god damn bullshit. This may seem stuck up to
you, but I honestly don't care. I know I am right about this, and passing these
thoughts on to you, so they will make you laugh and maybe even think, is the
only consolation I have for all the aggravation I have to deal with on a weekly
basis. So there.
So, the next time you go to the amusement park, the renaissance festival, the
mega-mall, or what have you, and you walk by some person's caricature stand, and
you see their work... feel free to stop by, look at their work, and if you like
it, give them a compliment, and keep walking. But if for some reason, you feel
that uncontrollable urge from your mutated chromosomes to publicly mock the
artists' work for the sake of making yourself look oh-so-witty... think of me,
and kindly shut the #$%@* up. Thank you.
1-30-99
"That
doesn't look anything like me."
...No, that looks BETTER than you.
"Can you do that?"
...YES I CAN DO THAT, YOU F@#$%&* MORON!!! THAT'S WHY I HAVE IT ON MY
DISPLAY SIGN WITH A PRICE TAG ON IT!!! STUUUPAAAD!!! (not entirely very witty,
but it's the most appropriate response I can think of.)
"You drew that?"
...OF COURSE I DREW THAT!!! YOU JUST STOOD HERE AND WATCHED ME DRAW THAT, YOU
@#$%&* (etc. etc., see above answer)
"You put their heads right there?"
...No, I put their heads in Saran Wrap and store them in the freezer out back.
Yes, mother... redrum, redrum...
"Can you draw me with my cowboy hat on?"
...Sure, if you want to look like a goofy redneck hick cracker shitkicker.
"Do you laminate them?"
...Look closer. The I.D. says "Luke", not "Kinko's".
"Do they sell flowers here?"
...Yes. I got your pistil right here.
1-29-99
"Do you know how much the coat check is?"
...$50. Payable to me. Now.
1-23-99
"Are you the draw-er?"
...Yes, I am the drawer. If you'll grab my nipples and pull my chest open,
you'll see that I am filled with socks and underwear.
1-17-99
"Can you tell me where I can get some cigarettes?"
...Hmmm. I'm not sure. Maybe you should try the big Cigar stand located directly
behind you.
1-16-99
"How come you gave me such big hips?!"
...To match your mouth.
1-10-99
"What do you think would be good for the two of us?"
... A lobotomy. NEXT!!!
1-9-99
"You draw us like cartoon characters?"
...Yes. I'd peg you as Goofy.
"Can you draw me taller?"
...No sir. You see, your therapist called, and he said I need to help you learn
to deal with reality.
1-3-99
"How do you draw two people?"
...Okay, see my demo there with one person in it? Now, imagine that same
drawing, but with two people in it.
1-2-99
"You draw people's faces?"
...No, I draw people's elbows. (I actually said that once.)
"Can you draw her?"
...No, I can't. I was absent the day we learned how to draw her in art school.
Consequently, I can draw everybody else on the planet, EXCEPT her. I'm sorry for
the inconvenience.
"Five dollars?"
... For everybody else, yes. For you, it's $27.50.
"Where did you learn to draw like that?"
...The talent was passed down to me from the wise Master Pris-Ma-Kolor, as it
was passed down to him through hundreds of generations of nomadic artists,
dating back to the druids of first century, who drew caricatures of cave
dwellers taking a leak on Stonehenge.
12-19-98
"How come these bodies don't have heads on them?"
...Because I'm an existential caricature artist. The paper is in my mind and the
marker is your id. Can I interest you in a pamphlet or some crystals?
"You draw them?"
...No, I have a laser
printer embedded in my lower colon. Wanna see me scroll?
"Do you have to be here when you draw them?"
...No, it's much easier for me to follow you around the casino carrying my
30-pound easel as I draw you.
12-18-98
"I haven't had a haircut in a while... Can you take a little hair
off the top?"
...Dammit Jim, I'm an artist, not a hairdresser.
1-31-99
NOT THE DEFINITION OF CARICATURE
I'm only saying this once... "Caricature" does NOT equal
"drawing somebody and giving them a really big nose." Get a
brain, people.
1-22-98
RUSSEL SIMMONS' DEF CARICATURE JAM!
I hope this doesn't seem like a racial slur in any way, but this happens too
often for me to not mention it. Sometimes, when I draw a black person while
their black friends are watching me draw them, they go nuts. I mean, like Jerry
Springer nuts. They start laughing loudly and hysterically and running around
and falling all over each other. A common response from them would be something
like, "HE DREW HIM WITH A BIG 'OL PEANUT HEAD!!! AAAAHH HAAA HAA HAAA!!!..."
I think you get the picture. I don't have a witty retort to this or anything, in
fact I take their reactions as a compliment. It's just, too weird for me to
ignore. Thank you Apollo Theatre! Goodnight!
1-1-99
THE #1 MOST ASKED IGNORANT QUESTION OF ALL TIME
"Where's the buffet?" Or, in Whimsical Will terms, "Where's the
buffet at?" Or, to put my personal, Letterman-esque dumb guy, redneck
Ozark twist on it, "Hey! Hey! Where'n the hell is that god damn buffet
at?!"
Station Casino on the inside is shaped like a "Y". Your average strip
mall is larger than it is. The point being, if you take the time to look around,
the "buffet" isn't that god damn hard to find. Ever been to a place
where they won't let you, say, use the bathroom unless you're a paying customer?
I'm thinking of adopting a similar policy. "Sorry sir, I can't tell you
that unless you buy something." I have also considered Xeroxing up maps of
the casino with huge arrows guiding them from my stand to the
"buffet", with a huge ad for my stand on the back. It's a battle I've
given up on winning. So, on the outside, I may be saying "Head straight
down that way, turn right, and it's on the left side, you can't miss it",
but on the inside I'm saying, "FIND IT YOURSELF, YOU IGNORANT BRAIN DEAD
HICK!!!"
12-19-98
THE "BIG BOOBS" ISSUE
Let me fill you in on a little information... When it comes to drawing the
caricatures of people that include the bodies and backgrounds, EVERY FEMALE who
has completed puberty asks to be drawn with "big boobs". ALL OF THEM.
And I mean every single damn one. You know what, if I can see that the woman who
I'm about to draw is post-pubescent, I automatically draw them with "big
boobs". So, do me a favor. Stop asking for them. I know you want them
already, so just cut it out. It's getting on my goddamn nerves. Sometimes, they
don't just ask for it, no. They ask for it, and then spend the entire time
they're sitting there, a good 20 minutes or so sometimes, talking about how cute
and cool and oh-so funny it will be to be drawn with big boobs. It's a huge low
self-esteem fest for all the females in the world. Sometimes, I want to draw
them with boobs so monstrously huge that they take up the entire bottom half of
the paper, then say, "THERE!!! THERE!!! ARE THEY BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW?!?!
HUH?!?!"... Jeez, I think I better go take a cold shower or something.
Nyiah!
1-30-99
People who blatantly cut in line. If you walk up to the stand, and there are
people already there, then you are behind them in line. Common sense, people.
I have a set of bodies in my body book clearly labeled as "PEG & AL
BUNDY." I can't count the number of times I've heard people read it aloud,
"Look! 'PEG 'N BUNDY'!"
1-23-99
People who can't make up their mind as to what they want, if anything at all.
They tend to stand and stare at my sign for say, 2 or 3 hours at a time. Just
MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MINDS!!!
People who can't operate a stool. That's right, a STOOL. It's a chair for god's
sake! JUST SIT ON IT!!!
1-22-99
People who walk up before I'm done setting up my stand for the day.
1-17-99
People who don't know what color their own eyes are. If you're over the age of
5, and you don't know what color your eyes are yet, there's something wrong with
you.
1-16-99
People who ask me to do things like "Take away my wrinkles.",
"Make my face skinny.", etc. The whole low self-esteem thing wears
really thin with me real quick.
People who walk up behind the people I am drawing and stick their head in there,
as if I am supposed to draw them too. Sometimes I think you should have to apply
for a license to attempt to be funny in any way.
People who ask for discounts. Let me fill you in on something. My caricature
prices are the lowest ANYWHERE. If you find a caricature artist that charges
less than me, then they are either earning an hourly wage on top of their sales,
or are an amateur looking to get more experience. Here are the criteria for
getting a discount with me. (1) I have to be not busy at the time. (2) I have to
be in a really good mood. (3) You have to ask me REALLY nicely. (4) You have to
not do any of the ignorant things mentioned anywhere on this page within the
time you are in contact with me. Good luck, you'll need it.
Parents who are too cheap to pay for either a babysitter or "Kids
Quest" (it's like Discovery Zone), and instead decide to let their children
wander about the casino unsupervised for the time they are gambling. The kids
usually find their way to my stand, where they loiter and repeatedly ask me for
free drawings.
1-15-99
People who can't figure out the difference between a drawing with a body and a
drawing without a body.
People who give me stupid joke answers to simple questions like "What's
your name?", "What color are your eyes?", etc.
People who ask me questions about Casino things that are totally unrelated to my
stand in every way.
People who make "funny faces" while I am trying to draw them.
People who ask for a drawing with a body, but have no idea what kind of body
they want, and expect me to have the answer to their moronical paradox.
People who wear hats. Not all people, just the ones who you can tell don't have
an identity of their own, so they must be dependant upon their stupid logos
smeared all over their heads, and they expect me to draw them in detail.
Groups of people who stand around and loudly discuss to exactly what degree my
drawings do or do not look like themselves right in front of my stand as soon as
I finish drawing them.
1-10-99
People who completely ignore my sign and start asking me a lot of stupid
questions that could have easily been answered if they had only read the sign to
begin with. ARGH!!!
1-8-99
People who lie to the person I'm drawing, telling them I'm drawing them a
different body and background then what they asked for.
1-3-99
People who tell the people I'm drawing "He's done". Shut the $#@%&
up, asshole! I am the artist, I say when it's done!!!
1-1-98
Women (yes, this is mostly a woman thing) who refuse to sit down when their
boyfriend /husband /whoever says "I want you to draw her!" A lot of,
"No. No. No. No, I don't wanna do it. No. No. He's gonna make me look ugly.
No. No. No. No. No." You'd think she was going to be executed or something.
Jeez.
12-20-98
FOOTBALL SEASON. My hatred of this extends beyond the Caricature Stand, but I
won't get into that right now. The point is, god forbid anybody in this stinkin'
town do ANYTHING else when their beloved Kansas City Chiefs are playing. I hate
the Chiefs, and their fans vacant-headed, following jackinapes... present
company excluded, of course.
People who upon seeing the finished drawing, immediately turn their friends and
repeatedly ask out loud, "Is that me? Do you think that's me? What do you
think? Is that me?..."
12-19-98
People who wait until I have completely closed the stand to walk up and ask to
have a drawing done.
12-18-98
People who I am drawing who rudely get up and try to look at the drawing before
it's finished.
People who ask me what my prices are, even though they are clearly displayed on
the 3' x 4' lighted flashing sign right in front of their faces.
People who critique my work in any way, because I know they know nothing about
the skill of being a cartoonist.
People who assume because all of my demo sketches are of famous people, that I
only draw celebrities.
People standing behind me waiting to get drawn, who refuse to take it upon
themselves to form a line, or at least remember who got there first or in what
order... and then expect me to turn around and know the answer.
1-31-99
A guy (not surprisingly, named Dwayne) asked me to draw him in his coonskin cap.
Now when I say coonskin cap, I'm not talking about the cheap ones you buy at
costume stores or Six Flags frontierland, I'm talking a
formerly-living-raccoon-turned-hat. I did a really good job on it, but the whole
time, I couldn't stop staring at the front of the hat, where the fur-skin from
the head of the raccoon is, er, was. Even though it had no 'eyes' per say, I
could see the poor little guy looking back at me through it's furry little
enclosed eyelids, as if to say, 'Can you believe I had to give my life just so
this jackass could make himself feel like a husky pioneer outdoorsman? I bet
this is the first time he's left the trailer park since "Hee Haw" was
still on the air!' Jeez...
1-30-99
I left my stand for a while to take care of something. I return to find a woman
is sitting in my chair at my stand, nursing her leg, with her friend and 4
security guards. I ask the guards, "She didn't trip over my stand, did
she?" They say no. Apparently, she had slipped and hurt her ankle on her
way into the casino. There are plenty of benches that she could have sat on that
would have been closer to the door she came in, but the guards decided to direct
her to the secluded chair I sit in at my stand, in the interest of driving me
mad. So, this one woman and her entourage has taken over my space, and no one
had even acknowledged the fact that I am losing money the entire time that they
are there. I walk off, get a slice of pizza, visit the gift shop... come back 20
minutes later, they're STILL there. I stand around there, on the outside looking
patient and polite, but on the inside thinking, 'WILL YOU PEOPLE GET THE HELL
AWAY FROM MY STAND LIKE NOW?!?!'. Eventually they do. I continue to work,
wondering what I loathe more, my existence or theirs.
DURING THE WEEK
This did not take place at my stand, but it ties in and is more than worthy of
the IGNORANCE Hall of Fame. I was at home minding my own business when I get a
phone call from a woman attempting to collect on a dental bill I owe. I tell her
I intend to pay the bill, but I do not know when because my income is highly
unpredictable. She says, "You don't work at Allied Security anymore?"
I say, "No, I haven't worked there for years. I'm currently self-employed
as a freelance caricature artist." She scoffs. I say, "I own and
operate a caricature stand at a local casino which I work at 3 days a week, so I
never know exactly how much I'm going to earn each weekend." She says,
"Do you draw them in crayon?" Why she is asking me this is beyond me,
but nonetheless, I answer her by saying, "No, I draw them in marker."
She says to me... "Well, no wonder they're not selling." With all the
fury of a person slamming down a phone on it's base unit, I immediately pushed
the 'off' button on my cordless phone. I've never hung up on a bill collector
before, but this was the right thing to do. Keeping in mind all the points I
made in "The Airplane Metaphor", I have never been more insulted in my
life. I almost wish that she'll call back so I can bitch her out. I have been in
a bad mood ever since then, and I don't know if I'll ever return to my normal
non-casino happy-go-lucky self.
1-23-99
A kid walks up to my stand, looks at the display sign, yells something about
"Frankenstein", then HITS my display sign, and starts to walk away. As
he does, I yell at him, "Would you mind NOT hitting my sign please?!"
Some parents just don't teach their kids any manners.
As I am drawing 2 women, a group of teenagers walk by (about 6 girls, 2 boys).
One of the boys, who looks a lot like Vincent Delpino wearing a pale faded
Hawaiian shirt, begins saying all the usual crap described earlier in "the
Airplane Metaphor" ("Their ears aren't THAT big", yada yada yada...).
I started doing some 'duh-uh-uh' mocking of his crap and giving him the
occasional death stare. Soon he says to his friends "Let's go before the
artist kills us", and they leave. An hour or so later, the group returns,
this time led by the females. The females ask me if I would be willing to draw a
caricature of 5 of the girls as the Spice Girls... for FREE. They said I could
keep it and use it as a demo. Because they were doing such a good job of sucking
up to me (they told me I look like Leonardo Dicaprio), I told them I'd consider
it, but only if there were no PAYING customers waiting. I looked behind them and
saw that goober from earlier, and I asked the girls, "So what's it like to
hang out with Doogie Houser's best friend?" They all laughed at him, and
said it was the second time today somebody had said that. He said to me
"Vincent? Vincent? My name is Tony 'Blablabla', do you know what
means?" I said, "Yeah, it means you've been stealing clothes from
Weird Al's garbage." They all laughed at him again. He mumbled something
about having connections to the mob, but nobody was paying attention to what he
was saying anymore, we were all just laughing at him. That felt good. In fact,
it still feels good. Let's all take a moment to laugh at him right now. Ready?
Go! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!! Tony, you ignorant gangly freak boy, thou hast
met thy match and then some. GUSH!
I ask a woman I'm drawing what her name is. She says "BETTY". My
instincts tell me to pause a moment. She then says "No, actually it's Deena."
I look for a loaded gun, but sadly there is none handy.
1-22-99
A man asks me if I could draw a picture of Ross Perot and Mike Tyson together. I
tell him yes, if he had pictures of them for me to work with, and ask him why he
wanted that. He said he saw a cartoon on the Internet of Tyson chasing Perot who
was saying something funny pertaining to his big ears, and he wanted a copy of
it for himself. I guess he never heard of a printer.
I'm drawing a woman as a magician. Her husband asks if I can make the drawing
more "Barbie-like". Translation: bigger boobs.
1-16-99
There was this woman there who kept losing her pre-school aged kids because she
kept walking and smoking, seemingly on purpose because she did not want to deal
with their cries of "momma". I feel very sorry for those kids. The
Security Guards were watching those kids better that she was.
1-15-99
A woman walks up to my stand, looks at my sign for a few minutes, then asks me
how much a black & white drawing with a body is. I tell her $10, and explain
all the other prices as well. She looks at the sign some more, then asks me the
same question again. I tell her $10. She says she'd like me to do a black &
white drawing with a body of her daughter. I do the drawing. I give it to them.
She pays me in cash and walks away. The amount she paid me... $5. I would have
stopped her, but I realized that the more she walks, the farther away from me
she will get.
A woman asks me to draw her and her baby daughter with bodies. She says she'd
like her daughter's body to be Maggie Simpson. In the following split second, I
think to myself, 'Oh, she's going to be Marge. That makes sense.' She then says,
that she would like her body to be Poison Ivy.
As I'm drawing some people, I hear somebody behind me say "He's making them
out to be comedians!" For the sake of my sanity, I'm choosing to take that
as a compliment.
1-9-99
I'm drawing a guy in a cowboy hat. His wife says "You look like the mouse
from "Fievel Goes West"." I think to myself, "Yes, the mouse
from "Fievel Goes West"... what was his name again... I just can't
remember the name of the mouse from "Fievel Goes West". Hmm. Oh yeah.
I think it's... FIEVEL!!!
1-3-99
An old white man starts asking me if I can get him into the at-the-time closed
Phoenix restaurant, because he wants to buy some beer mugs he sees in their
purely decorative window display.
1-2-99
My demo drawing for a $5 black and white head is of Jay Leno. A black teenage
boy walks up to the stand, examines the sign, and says he wants a $5 drawing. I
tell him to sit down on sed-designated stool, he does, and I begin drawing him.
He sits there looking at me drawing him for 3 minutes. I ask him his name, he
tells me, I put it on the drawing, and hand the finished piece of art to him. He
looks at it, looks back at me and says, "I wanted a drawing of Jay
Leno." ...I for once was speechless. I told him, okay, I can draw you a
picture of Jay leno, but you'll have to give me this one back. He says okay. I
ask him "Why do you want a drawing of Jay Leno?". He replies, "I
just like him." I did the Jay Leno drawing for him, he paid for it and
left, leaving me to wonder for the next 100 years what the hell that was all
about.
12-19-98
I draw a little girl. When I’m done, I hand the drawing to her father and he
pays me with a $20. I tell him I'll be right back, I need to get change. I
return 30 seconds later and give him his change, but I do not see the drawing.
"Where is the artwork?", I ask. "Oh, I just folded it up and put
it in my pocket."... I did not have the heart to say to him in front of the
little girl, "Do you just realize you just ruined the piece of
artwork?!" I almost offered to draw the girl another one, free of charge,
but that would have been rewarding him for his ignorance, and that would have
been wrong. I hope that little girl grows up never knowing what an idiot her
father is.
A woman asks to be drawn with the "Marilyn Monroe" body in my book (Marylin
holding down the white dress over the blowing sewer grate, you know what I'm
talking about). Halfway through the drawing she asks, "Can you make the
dress red?" ...Maybe it's just me, but wouldn't that completely eliminate
the whole "Marilyn Monroe" thing and render the drawing completely
pointless? I think so.
12-18-98
A middle age white couple asks me to draw them as a master and his slave, S
& M style. Oh-kay... I don't wanna know.
Foriegn Names
DEQUAN
ONH
YALLEW
TAIPAN
AUGUSTIN
KARINA
ARTURO
MARILLA
ROGELIO
TOMAS
CHIHO
HYEWOOK
PACO (my roommate's cat's name as well)
Misspelled
Names
(not
Joanna, but) JOHANA
(not Kayley, but) KAELEE
(not Donielle, but) DAWNIELLE
(not Jessie, but) JESI
(not Erica, but) ARICA
(not Tiffany, but) TIFFINI
(not Kelsey, but) KELSI
(not Corey, but) KORI (it was a girl, too)
(not Stephanie, but) STEFANIE
(not Audrey, but) AUBREY
Just Plain
Bizarre Names
LOGAN
LEIGH ('Shall I call you Logan, Weapon X?' 'No, Wolverine!' ...this was a little
girl, too)
GAGE (His father must have been a pilot.)
LORI BETH (Another 2-namer)
NISHA
CORESA
TAHMARIA
WILNIKA
KaKehai (Capital letters are important. She must be a Klingon)
LEXXUS (With an umlat over the 'U', this was a little girl too)
SHANDA
LENEA
GENIE (I wanted to rub her and make a wish.)
KARENE (As in "I saw the train Karene into the semi truck at full speed”)
LEXIE
MARQUITA (You know it's time to leave when the person who you're drawing has the
word "quit" in their name.)
KAYLAN
Cool Names
GUINEVERE
(Shakespeare, baby!)
LUKE (you know it, buddy!)
NATALIA
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