My co-workers like to turn on the radio to liven up the office. Unfortunately, one day one of them chose the "modern pop" station. And, I swear to G-d, the song "Blurred Lines" played at least 20 times throughout the day (seriously, at one point I even started counting!). By the end of the day, I knew all the lyrics backwards and forwards. And I desperately wanted to punch the singer in the throat.
So, this drawing is just my wishful thinking of what I hope went through the guy's mind during that infamous VMA atrocity with Miley Cyrus.
( Cathartic revenge drawing under the cut... )