My gal is red hot.
Your gal ain't doodly squat.
I can't draw. But I can doodle, which is the subconscious equivalent. When I set my pen on automatic, usually because of boredom, some barely recognizable shapes may show up in the ensuing mess. Usually the imagery is that of early childhood: bunnies, doggies, horsies, vaguely sexual nightmares.... Any related text or coloring is whatever popped into my empty noggin first.
For those who're suffering even more extreme boredom, here's the randomnest of the random.
Copyright 1998 Ray Davis