Archive for August, 2016
Housing Boom
I’m convinced that every house has a small fuse somewhere that keeps the place from blowing up and I just can’t find ours.
No Use Crying Over Spilled Radishes
Seriously, who gives a crap about radishes? I bet even vegans fist pump when they drop one off their dish.
There Butt for the Grace of God
I tried my best to make the church not look like it had a face, but I failed. I think it looks like a napping beaver.
I Think Therefore I Dumb
The Least I Klan Do
I don’t know if KKK members casually hang their hood and robe on coat racks like that. Maybe just the hood? I mean, you can’t hang that thing on a hanger. Well, I guess you could if you fed the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
You Say Potato, I Say Ned Beatty
Weeder Madness
I just intended to pluck a few weeds in my backyard this weekend (to see how difficult they were to pluck), next thing I know an hour had passed and I was obsessively scorching the earth. I am the Hitler […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Blacklisted Living
I’ve switched back to inking my comics with a finer pen this past week. I’ve been using a larger one for a couple of years now and finally got fed up with not having the control I used to have. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Shoe is on the Other Fool
My feet aren’t that long, but they’re awfully wide. It’s like trying put ballerina shoes onto the feet of a large duck.