A collection of odd things for odd people; like me!

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.
Ciao, baby!
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.

Awww...but she tastes so good on crackers, on in a sandwich with
lots of pickles!

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.