I'm AFRO of black people.

So horse walks into a bar, and he has emphysema. It's an all-smokers bar. That horse is fucked.

 So the chick on the left I drew her for a friend, so there you go, cheers. You cunt, I hope you enjoy.

And there's this mulchy yeasty fuck comic about the ass-holes from Gamestop.

And for this piece of shit. It's the comic I was working until my bastard of a friend Ceasar, who's chronic masturbation is a cause to his virginity, defiled my already vulgar comic with his filthy fucking macabre pencil sausages you call hands. I hope you enjoy.

FIN.

I swear to God I did not know she was a baby. I guess she can't ride rollercoasters now that she's dead!

I was listening to this track this whole weekend, and it got me thinking to some Sam Fisher fan art.

It doesn't really showcase the best of my abilities but for some profound reason, I'm considerably proud if this sketch, and I will never return to finish it unless you dicks have some critiques then, as always, I am happy to oblige those typed letters of envy/genuine not-impressitude. Regardless, I hope you guys stay focused on the shitty blog of mine until I have my PART II OF MY GHOST IN THE SHELL COMIC.

Here's my comic. I guess you can say it's pretty MAJOR.

Here we go:

FIN...

...For now. This comic isn't over, it's just I haven't enough time to just sit down and just draw and write it down and bring the wit. I apologize for any of the unfunny I may have wrought, but this comic ain't over yet, motherfuckers, so stay tuned and what not.

Till then, drink your milkshakes, you lactose intolerant degenerate cereal killer.

I'll try for another blog post tomorrow.

Honest to Dog, I'll try to release a new illustration and what-not. Actually, it's a comic, which hopefully you bastardos will enjoy. In the meantime, keep your Bible-reading hands firm, gentlemen becuase my new comic strip is gonna be steamy as fudge.

Till then, adios.