Drawing. I Cropped Out His Weiner For Tumblr.

Drawing. I cropped out his weiner for Tumblr.

I don't know if it's good or bad that Tumblr is designed in a way where my friends will never see my clever and funny comments on gay porn.

I've been working on my next zine for quite a while now, but expect more art like this in the future.

It's got a similar art style to the search and find and spooky house drawing, and is a whole comic. Will dump the whole thing at once when it's done.

Comic adaptation of first woodchipper story.

Preview:

Bright Lights (new zine)

Can you find all the guys in the search and find?

I printed out a bunch of copies for friends. I also made a SFW version for churchy friends and Mom. Just changes that one drawing.

Look at this guy

mundane!

you're perusing the aisle of your local "More For Less store; new sale every week!". This week's sale being 25 cents for every unmarked pill bottle. "Trying to weed out the duds", they say.

You happen upon a prior unexplored aisle.

You can tell by the sign that says "never before seen goods".

You don't trust the sign but you enter the aisle regardless.

After a quick walk along the shelves and then a slower walk back you realise you Have never before seen any of these products. For once a sign told you the truth. Take that Martha.

You lean in to look closer at a bottle of pills.

This one is labelled ‘Boost your curls instantly’ you're bald but you choose to buy it anyway.

Soft music plays in the background, the singer stopping halfway through the song to tell the listeners he loves them. It is the most intimate moment you've ever experienced and you are lonely.

A light flickers at the distant end of the aisle as you pass the bathrooms.

Always out of paper towels.

A bell rings signifying that the sale is indeed still going on.

You pass someone in the aisle and realise the sign did lie to you.

You trek back to the sign only to see that it now reads ‘previously seen items! Still good though!!’ which you thought was uplifting.

Fifteen more minutes your voice whispers into your ear. You don't know why.

You lean down and pick up a pill bottle clearly unlabelled.

You shake it and the tell-tale rattle of a bottle with things in it follows.

You walk up to the cashier to pay but the sign says ‘cashier on break’ but you aren't going anywhere.

The air is warm and the lights are dim but not unpleasantly so. That said it could be brighter

The music is still playing.

It has a nice baseline but the melody is a bit repetitive.

A person lines up behind you. You look first to them, then the pill bottles in their arms.

You tilt your head in the direction of the sign, feeling uncomfortable about talking in the store. You don't want something in your mouth after all.

They mistake your nod for a greeting and nod back, jaws firmly clamped together.

A cashier appears behind the counter. Nothing unusual in her entrance but not having noticed her walking towards you, you imagine she teleported.

How fun.

She rings up your two items.

50 cents.

As you're walking away you shake the unlabeled pill bottle before opening it.

Empty