A Royal Bonesman dances the Dynamite.
Check it: The pieridine spirit of the Eiffel; an Instrumental Diss; a plasticine cheeseburger; and a side of Freedom Fries.
Nancy Kerrigan gets ensnaked.
It's finally over.
Brian Henson plays with the muppety bones of his dead dad.
Tippies!
"Pigs!" screams Queen Bavmorda, "You're all pigs!"
An owl-flown canopy of veggies sustains the first mammals.
Amanda Mundi.
These two Catmen shaking their spinebourines were inspired by the classic bargame Photo-hunt.
Cool concept!
&&& Los loves you. xoxxoo?
You are what you eat is what you dream.
Eyes why??!?
Okay Peak Oil Babies! What are the Four Food Groups of the Apocalypse? Give up? They're cattails, pine needles, flowers, and grass! Now, if only I had a glass of fresh water to go wit' it.
You damn spaghetti-haired, lemon-faced, zucchini-eyed, jock midget! Go turn your feet at right angles somewhere else.
Amandalalalalalalala (with Hindoo inflection) !!!!
The title is by Beck, but the imagery is Bush.
Just another catfuck furboob L-butt.
Morse Boirds.
So hot.
Dedicate your next drawing to a friend!
This is the most promising cereal I've seen in the last 100 years. Get Little Ag on it pronty.
They're weighted.
Mermaid bycatch.
Oh Josh. Oh God. Really Josh?
I wanna thank you for this drawing, but I think I'll thank you instead for the newest edition to our New York Irish diction - the charming word "Toytles".
I whip boirds. I ride an alliturtle, or a stegogator. I eat cattails and skygrass. I sew my own clothes and my own face. Life rules!
Hey e'rebody, look out for War II.
Lay down your sharp sword, pick up a sharpy marky, and draw mighty drawins!
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