And on the seventh day, he took a motrin and laid down

consulting-cannibal:

catinthefedora:

drawsshits:

thearchangeltrickster:

God: Gabe, stop, I’m working.
Gabriel: I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING TOOOOOOO!
God: Here’s a box of parts, go nuts.
God: -several hours later- Gabe? Where are you, my son?
Gabriel: DAD, LOOKIT!
God: Dafuq is that?
Gabriel: A PLATYPUS!

OHMYGODS, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THAT!