Yo! What’s up my fandagus, plant eating, porpoise, people? Anything new and exciting happening? Yes? No? I just finished walking / running a 5K fundraiser deal thing. It made my spaceship jealous. Oh well. So, here is the dealy-o. I have been super busy with my pants wearing lately, so I have not had time to create a new work of art, but alas, I am working one one! Hooray! It is of a rooster, flying a kite, with Spiderman underwear on. I have A progression drawing posted below. I will hopefully have it complete and on site by either tonight or tomorrow. So please enjoy it for now, and put your headphones back in the toaster oven for safe keeping.
P.S. It is not of rooster, flying a kite, with Spiderman underwear on (I am not that talented yet:)
This is an older comic strip I did a few years back. It symbolizes the American way of pancakes and really exuberates my feelings about bikinis, and the lessons they provide for middle aged robots.
My girlfriend seems to like this one, so hopefully you will too.
It is around one million degrees here today, and I am stuck in a sauna — formerly known as my bedroom. Anyways, as we all learned on Sunday, I have learned the skill of gif making using my ultra plasma, rays of doom. As I am bored out of my mind sack, I have decided to enlighten your eyebrows with yet another gif. This will not be a new weekly posting (at least I don’t think so), but who knows!? Just keep checking back to find out, or else your fingernails may unexpectedly fall off. If your fingernails do fall off, shoot me an e-mail as I have plenty of fingernails for sale! Hooray!
I have titled the gif below, Casablanco
Apparently, you must click the picture to engage the amazing gif action (unless my computer is just a pop sniff). SO CLICK IT!
Share Fathers day with the man that gave birth to you, by looking at this spaghetti, and trip out as the colors surround your inner being, whilst having a milkshake, or any other cold beverage which tastes good. Here are some oxford commas for you,,,,,,,,,,,,,!
In other news, I like pretzels from Venezuela.
!!!HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!
(Yes this is an annoying gif, but I ran out of laundry detergent, so I had to do it this way, as it was required by law).
It is Wednesday and I failed the math test. Poo stick! Trampolines are in the near future, but probably not actually. The last two times I was on a trampoline I had near death experiences. No trampolines for me please. Just throw them all in the elevator and watch them turn against one another and eventually implode into a taco bell. 45 cent tacos? I think not! Oh yeah, comic strip… here you go, you taco bells!
P.S. Don’t eat Taco Bell, for Taco Bell isn’t good for your butt skin.
Hey! Wake up you fancy pecan pie! It is Sunday yet again, but this is a special edition Sunday! “Special edition Sunday,” you ask?
“Yes,” I respond as hamsters fall out of my pockets.
You now look more puzzled and confused then when you first walked into the supermarket.Let me take this moment of silence to explain.
Today is Sunday correct? Yes, I am correct about it. I have decided to post two drawings today. In case you don’t realize what I am talking about,
That is one more drawing then I usually post on Sundays, thus making “Double FUN Son(day)!” What a way to start your day, right? Aren’t you so
excited, your pants are filled with urination? I know mine are! Hooray!
FUN FACT: This Weird shaped Popsicle drawing was done around two Christmas times ago as I worked for the evil empire of Noah and Sarah Hiken. What a couple of Kook’s.
Un-FUN FACT: I drew this last night as I poured hot lava on top of someones cat, turning it into a super cat!
There is currently one fly in my room. I can tell it is trying to piss me off, by flying closer to me each time it passes by. It will soon be dead. DEAD, I TELLS YOU!!! It is Wednesday yet again, and my eyelids are filled with extra virgin olive oil, so I have decided to post my new strip, and hopefully it will motivate you to buy a pet bunny rabbit. They are on sale at Kmart. Buy five for a dollar and keep the change. that’s what I was told by someone who had lost their children in a carnival, but reunited with them twenty years later, at the dollar store, while brushing their teeth simultaneously together, like swans eating berries from one bushel (35.239072 liters) of berries.