|When you want your clothes sexy and soft and smooth.|
|"Alfred, I left my house key in my other Utility Belt. Let me in. I see you sitting |
back there sipping my 100-year-old brandy, you wrinkled old piece of beef jerky!"
|She sure seems excited about getting that new lightbulb.|
|Look at the way it's just sitting there, trying to look all innocent. It's definitely up to no good.|
|I've never been so afraid of a hamburger in my life...|
|A unique conversation piece for...you and the person in there watching you poop?|
|Egyptian cigarettes. They taste like you're smoking cork, but the |
boxes have pretty pictures on them.
|However, getting your front tire stuck in the storm drain|
and flying into oncoming traffic, isn't.
|If there's a twenty-year age difference between you,|
probably not. But I'm more concerned with what
the deal is with that drawing of a man/woman.
|Smoke the right unfiltered cigarette and the girls will be all over you--|
at least until you start coughing up bloody chunks of your lungs.
|New for holiday gift giving--My Little Death Dealer.|
|I don't think this magazine is for me if it's going to make me look like him!|
|Well, I like dinnertimin' and anytimin' eating too! Do you suppose they|
would let me in, even though I'm a caucasian?
|I've never tasted it, but if I had I'm sure this would be my favorite orange soda of all time!|
|The hero of children and matches--what a perfect|
combination. Superman isn't afraid of fire, so
your napping father shouldn't be either!
|He patrols the city by night and the beaches by day--when does|
Batman find time to sleep?
|A television that shows color pictures and stands on legs? Talk about|
a fad that will never catch on!
|Music and video playing at the same time? Another crazy fad!|
|Well, she likes to macrame, never brushes her hair, grows enough pot to supply|
the family and trade for food, doesn't shave her legs or pits, and only bathes on
every other Thursday, so I'm thinking that I do have the right kind of wife.
|Now THIS is our ticket to success--a telephone you dial with|
computer key cards. It's the wave of the future so I sold the house
and all out stocks and we're going to ride this wave to success!
|Who knows what evil lives in the hearts of chairs? Umm...this guy does.|
|Yeah, these look like they were imported straight from Whore Island!|
|I love waking to the smell of melting plastic and burning cardboard. It makes|
me glad to be a man--specifically a fireman.
Another assortment of images that please and amuse me. And isn't that what it's all about? Of course it is. Thank you for playing along.
|The Germans have flying saucers? I did Nazi that coming.|
|Well, that's one way to do it. You could just shoot 'em.|
|ANTHONY! Why you gotta be late every Wednesday?|
|Oh, Clark! You've accidentally worn your transparent|
business suit today. Go change before anyone notices!
|The devil is sporting some sweet board shorts these days.|
|Everyone said their love would never last. It didn't. She sold him to a dinosaur|
museum next to an alligator ranch.
|So old, yet so warmly amusing. It makes me happy inside.|
|Here's that dumb cheerleader from Glee. She may be naked but that pose looks really comfortable.|
|Galactus--Devourer of Worlds ate one too many planets and has an upset tum-tum.|
|Now this is a good sign.|
|Pee in the wrong person's shoe and you pay for it for life.|
|Katy Keene or Katy Perry. It doesn't really matter, does it?|
|Feel free to copy and share, but unless your keyboard has keys that mine don't, you can't hit share. Sorry.|
|Life is short--enjoy it while you can.|
|A not-so little mermaid. I'd date her just for the Halibut.|
|Easy to get in, impossible to get out.|
|Did you see what moved in next door? There goes the neighborhood.|
|"There are no firearms permitted on the Jurassic Putt miniature golf course. The dinosaurs are NOT real."|
|Every loves The T Game! Well, not so much Alice on the right who's been|
playing for eighteen hours straight and is down $20,000.
|The X-Men's White Queen by artist Phil Noto|
|I honestly have no idea of what's happening here.|
|Oh, Nick Fury. You're always such a drama queen. And aren't you supposed|
to be African America these days? How's that working out for you?
|A cast of only 5,003? Doesn't sound very exciting to me.|
|She's so preoccupied with her panty date that she doesn't notice her legs are|
being eaten by a swarm of flesh-eating spiders.
|Your PUNishment for today.|
|Hey! Put that down this second! I can't take you anywhere, can I?|
|Or wear them until they rot off you. I don't care. I'm not the underwear police.|
|Looking for something to keep you warm tonight in bed? Hire a skilled|
prostitute. But if you only have ninety-five cents, buy this book.
|Rock on, Yoda. Rock on.|
|Either he's stalking someone or he's stuck.|
|See how scary it is in there? I'd fight my way out if someone put me inside one.|
|Do you have any idea how late it is? I've been up licking myself for hours.|
|You fellows are looking a little old to still be cadets. Having problem with classes|
at the Space Academy?
|Holy Cow! Sorry, Princess--you're on your own.|
|Of course the cat is still alive. They wouldn't let a baby hug a dead cat, would they?|
|The new girl is so transparent.|
|Thorn in the USA!|
|Don't worry. They're only talking about anal bleaching.|
|If anyone knows what's happening in this painting, drop me a line. I think afro dude killed chubby for wearing a|
white belt after Labor Day.