It's storming tonight so I thought I'd post a few things in case my computer is struck by lightning and in turn I receive super powers.

"So, gals. I say we finish our Oreos and Pepsi and give this lesbian
thing a try!"

This is easily my favorite comic book panel from any
comic ever published. The only way it could possibly be
any better is if it included the line, "Must be unfamiliar
the the smell of chloroform."

A NEW CHARACTER ON GAME OF THRONES!!! 

Lord Stark of City Mechtronica!  Wait until you see his army--
plus he's got a BEAST!

Who can argue with that?

A shadowy figure I wouldn't mind following me home.

When the mysterious ApeCrow sounds his fierce call, even the
bravest men shake in their boots. 

The best thing that ever happened to Tokyo insurance companies.

That damn bird is back again. Luckily it always
tends to grab the ugly babies, but we need to deal
with this eventually. 

Sure I bought stock in them. I figure either way the invasion turns out, I'm a winner. 

This is going to turn pretty ugly in a hurry. In fact, it already has. Blech!

"Oh, goodie! The drive-in in Peoria is still playing Looper!"

Funny stuff stolen from the comedic geniuses at Jest!

They've got huge stacks of side-splitting stuff over thereabouts. Check them out!

The roughneck rowdiness of Steve Huston.

For more of Steve's illustrations, click here!

I'm pretty sure this is how Charles Bukowski saw the world. 

Does anyone else smell old gym socks? I do.

I'm sure the young lady is posing but she does look as though
she fell out of the balcony.

Even Huston's women look tough enough to kick my ass.

I don't know what she's doing and frankly I don't care. 

Guy pulling a rope or wire. Whichever it is, he's doing a fine job.

Ugh! Manual labor. 

A profile of pugilism ruined by the painter's nephew running into frame. I hate that kid.

Ack! More manual labor. I need a fresh can of Dr. Pepper but I'm too lazy to go to the kitchen.

Either the painter had a stroke while painting this or the boxer hits hard enough to unravel his gloves.

Thank God the working dudes are going home. They were making me feel guilty. Hmmm. My
Dr. Pepper is still empty. I should get off my lazy butt and buy one of those little refrigerators I can
tuck under my desk. 

My favorite of the lot. I'm sure the painter will be thrilled to hear the news.

Blech! This sport totally lacks in personal space. I only let my wife get this close once a year on my
birthday. 

Hey! Come on, guy. I'm trying to run a family place here. Cover that thing
up, would you? Ach! Now my new Dr. Pepper tastes all funny.

Got a minute to look at something? Good!

Even on his occasional day off, Conan the Barbarian stays sharp by
playing a few rounds of Whack-a-Skull at the neighborhood bloody
ooze pit. 

"Oh, yeah. We smoke all the time up in the capsule. Technically we're supposed
to put 'em out during blast off, but what NASA don't know won't hurt 'em."

This guy is a dirty, stinkin' rotten liar! Nobody ever was 'talking about'
backgammon. It never happened! And if Roman Brio doesn't come on
strong, how come they had to recall all the bottles after guy's polyester
shirts started bursting into flames? 

Good use of a Parental Advisory label. The young lady sings in
Spanish and I don't ¿hables. She could be singing the Tijuana
phone book for all I know.

Beware which dog? Certainly not this one. Man, you French! 

Exhibit A:  The Bird

Danse Macabre by  the terrifically talented Rob Harrison

A brilliantly designed and executed poster. Cheers to all involved.

I've been using that key all wrong for a long time.

Wars continued to ravage civilization up until the year 2013 when a team of research scientists were
able to weaponize the cuteness contained in this single photo. Once the weapon was unleashed,
nobody felt like fighting anymore.

"Honey, you know I love you, but your breasts are absolutely filthy! Do me a
favor and go wash them, will you?"

Although they were slow and clumsy in the Swim Team tryouts, the McCleeny Sisters
excelled in Wrestling Club. One of them could wrestle half the boys by themselves. 

Who doesn't Google shit?

You guessed it, the gorilla my dreams.

Ron Swanson's great grandpappy. 

A totally sexist advertisement for a totally sexy motorcycle. 

This is not racist or the biohazard it looks to be.
Wiki it for all the nasty details. You'll be sorry you did.

Everyone together…."Wow, I did Nazi that coming!"

I'll have a schlish of brishket in a bashket, Trebek.

Carl never did figure out why people stopped inviting him
to parties.

Here's something you don't see everyday, unless you're Jason Bourne, Liam Nesson, or one of
those 007 guys.

This is kind of fun, even if you're not a big fan of Steampunk.

This looks like a great suit, guys. I guess I'll be off on my first mission.
Oh, wait, YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME AN OXYGEN TANK! I've
got a sheath knife, spiked boots, and a linguaphone, but no air to
breath. What good is a linguaphone if I have no oxygen to vibrate
my vocal chords!

You look Super to me. You've got the job.

If you think I look bad you should see the guy who shot me!

These are great. I like to pop the cap and drop them into their Trick
or Treat bags. Loads of fun!

Oh, please! What kind of nutso crazed geeky fanboy is going to want a
Marvel Comics USB drive? Besides myself, that is. I want them all!

What teenage boys honestly believe happens in the girl's locker
room. Silly, right? You girls don't do stuff like this, do you?

I caught him. I'm keeping him. End of discussion.

Brad wanted this moment to last forever so he stopped sipping
and began forcing his spit down into glass, replenishing the
level of the drink.

Murphy, is that you?

Sally thought she was hot stuff until one day in the ladies room she got her lipsticks mixed up and
wound up shooting her mouth off.

I'm secure enough in my manhood to admit that I like the Bubble Fairy.

I say that if you're stuck in a crap job, you might as well do stuff like this to keep yourself amused.

In space no one can hear you say, "Awesome, dude!"

You'd probably love some hotdogs with all the fixings and a big pile of crunch chips to enjoy while
watching the marathon of 'Gold Digging Fish Snatchin' Icy Road Pawn Shoppers' but who has the
time or energy to go to the kitchen to cook them the messy old fashioned way? But now there's
hope. Salvation, even. With Shearer's Hot Dog-flavored potato chips, you never have to get up
from the couch again! 

"Well, how long until you CAN come out and play? What did you do to get in trouble?"

I hear you, little dude. It's just the way the world is sometimes.