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There is a special announcement.
Some special announcements have to be drawn to be shown.

So didya get that? We're moving 2-up main street to 60 Main, where Mario and all the rest of the gang are at.



Fractacular! The sun is up at night, and sends forth its gold-tiled beams. The stars are exploding like fiery uppercuts.



Heated Hitler with stego hair and duplets on his face and a cheek scarred with 11/8 time signature: Just yo typical Los head.




Danny Ring drew this and the previous. You'll see some of his work peppered throughout the canon. He likes to draw duplets of eighth notes, big noses, footballs and other funtivities.



What a gag! Swallowin' a grand pianah whole! It's just too bad Danny doesn't like 11/8, or he'd be the perfect human being.



This little drawing is rather curious. It's seems to be set in Snug's, and a Dannyesque humanoid is ordering a round of Blue's for everyone. If that little stick-figure Hitler with the butt-chin and bowler hat and chicken legs for arms doesn't make you LMAO, then you friend have lost the ability to LOL and should go FAQ yourself.



An acephalic giraffe got farted on and mod'ed with Modernism.




Cat eye ninja clock. The new watches are comin' out. Why be a yellow ninja and have to check your cat's pupils every 2 hours? Just kill a pinky and receive the new Piscine water-proof Moment-meter that ticks so fast it's like one long tick. Now you can look like Flavor Flav while sword-fighting your temporal chains.



This drawing smells. It stunk up my scanner.




Uniwheeled mancycles get turned down all the time.



Have you ever stood on a platform and beheld your prehistoric self down by the bay?



It'd make a quacky pinball coin-op.



Coffee Enema Man's special towelette.




Infinity sinusoid, dynamite sticks, new watches, brain axis, and an upside-down bowl of symbol cereal.




Dynamite kicks. I am dunking myself.




Let's monkey wrench the Supercomputer in Poughkeepsie. They'll never suspect a New Paltzian.




For the rest of the week, DP'ers are encouraged to draw upon themselves.




Monster chicken. Hovering bicep. And random sword.




Yoyoyoyoyoyo.




Perhaps the most offensive drawing in the canon. An Israeli witch equipped with MJ kicks leaps off an assform.



The hardest instrument.



Hmmmmmmmm....



Thinking off a kickstorm.








Sexy Seussy.





Mini-comic, squid whore, triclops, fingershot, fish-shoe, and an NPDP punnet square.




I believe this is a rendering of the coffee grinder.




Bronto colorforms.




Is that a gat in the queen's hand?








Close-up of a dragonfly's asshole.




Yes we do.




It's time.


To go.


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Draw your Day

Super Bad Pee.




A nice mod by Host Holland. Can you spot the mod now? Noice.




Drawing Party is arranging a mass exodus from New Paltz to someplace less peopled and of stable clime, where your neighbor won't turn against you.




A sensational doodle: Carrot Hand Doe. Coffee wallpaper.




Mystical Anglerhorse, like a gallopin' Jesus, hooves upon the waves. Aren't non-conflict toon diamonds such a fun time?




Snake enflames man.




Zirschies in the Eighties.




Okay ok. Oll Korrect.
This one is tough, but I'm gonna talk you through it, ok.
There is a noose hung from a tree and an arrow pointed to the lynch knot that says "fuck this shit" as in fuck lynching and the tree's roots are actually the coiff of a blank faced woman whose voicebox is radiating light and whose right boob is saying "glisten to hostface" and from her ear scrolls a musical score in treble clef that repeats 10 whole note F's in a loop that would place this song in a time signature of take 5 and further down the woman's fingers are penetrating her thigh and her feet flow into a subterranean cross section where a naked child digs and a TV broadcasts a repetive message though it is unplugged and a dolphin headed woman boils soup in a cauldron.




Talk yourself through this one.




A pill-faced monkey freaks out in the jungle, between a foot fern and a porcupine palm. The whole scene also appears to be conscious, and thinks about a frotop bucktooth derf with a boird on top.




This is how the chisel tip was invented. You just take an original sharpie and place it on the flushing train tracks. Viola!




Z, Z, Span. Ikari 2




Truth.




A diamond-back fiery-maned horse with bee buddy.




A mint comic by Josh. It came mint in the package when he handed it to me like it was fuckin' lamenated. I was like, "Is this one of the glossies?" and he goes, "Naugh, it's Artist Paper."







Mario Mario.



Luigi Mario.




Same old fucked up shit everyday. The World has a Mouth. God, the Great Gurgitator, will eat your consciousness.




Zirscherino.




An innocent lookin' campsite scene right? Wrong. There is a black hole sun, and that bear is caught between dimensions.




Nikki lives on a starry asscheek.




Ludwig kinda draws like Nicole.




Middle-class Zombies. Wake the fuck up!




If you like to LOL, try lookin' at this one thoughtlessly. Don't think at all, just follow the lines with your mindpen. (Here's how you don't think: Tighten your abs when you expire, and push them out when you inspire.) Don't bother analyzing this drawing, though it plays with myth and desire, it is beyond your ken forever.




It's too real.



Like the book.




Overly cute things like the teddies above, require bizarre evil in the world to balance them out.




The eye doesn't see color. It has color. Objects like a log fire or a tent have no color.




Dinner Scene. It looks like a boombox.




A couple spiders were drawn...


However, I would hasten to admit that there was even so much as a "spider" motif at work.



Next time your imagination curdles and expires, try drawing a fellow drawer like above.




Gerbera Boozey.



Every fatality in Midwife Kombat is a babeality.



He copied me.




I heard Los Doggies was gonna plan this thing.




Get ready for the 4th generation fuels like Nuclear Wind Power. Now we can contaminate the world for billions of years with depleted uranium and permanetly alter the jetstream at the same time! As a bonus, it will also kill buttloads of poor. C'mon NWO, let's build FUAP factories in every township, right next to the thermal depolymerizer.




Hummingboird.



A Drawing of the Drawing Party.




A cattail-tipped sharpie. Great for pond drawings.



Flowers speak in petal patterns.




Was it?




Yes, it was.




The giraffe sees herself in everything.



Gargantuan peapods make great sleeping bags.



Strangle; slang fo strangulate.



Sweet muttonchops. This kinda looks like how Clive Barker draws.



Satan just shapeshifted into his awful moth form.



Mothman chases a bearded fugitive as flowers cheer him on.





The Great Balzac is a performance artist who likes to rub seeds and suet all over his nude form and have pigeons suck it off. In this schematic drawing of one of his acts, Balzac appears to be recieving a cumshot to the eye, while a large pyramid-headed penis is peeing a Super Bad Pee Gold Edition onto the artist's knees.





Can you buttheads fucking comment? That's all I ever wanted.