I was recently assigned one of the most sacred tasks an artist can ever be met with. I was commissioned to transform a pair stolen bowling shoes into real life “voodoo turkey knockers”. Everyone knows three consecutive strikes is called a turkey, and my pal Colin has been especially hungry. After he slipped on his new “XXX” laced “voodoo turkey knockers”, the bowling gods elevated him to their level, and he quickly had his turkey.

These guys came to me in a dream. It was one of those dreams where your on some adventure, but your not in control because your shoes are possessed by Mexican wrestlers, giving you advice in Spanish, but in real life you don’t even know Spanish, so your wondering how your brain came up with the words, and also how you knew what they meant. So these shoes are for escaping danger, and learning Spanish.