Told you there was more

Just when you thought you could sleep through the night without sitting bolt upright, cold sweat drenching your jammies, and horrid thoughts of naked hags on whaleback clinging to the inside of your skull like tuna that won't come out of the can after it's been open in the fridge for three weeks, here I come again with the threatened/promised second installment of drawrings from my notebook dated 9-12-87 to 6-1-88 (if you have nothing better to do than be sickened, the first installment is here).

There's a little something for everyone. As always, if you'd like to be really nauseated, you can click on any of the pictures to see them in Flickr, then hit the "All Sizes" button there to see the sick shit UP CLOSE.

Shall we start out with a little dead Nazi humor?

Hitler's first home perm. His fashion advisor mysteriously disappeared shortly thereafter.


Then you've got a cat(?) that's missin' a little somethin'...but it comes with good instructions.

That's where the nipples go. Actually, shouldn't there be, like, eight? And technically, aren't they teats and not nipples? And why is the cat wearing panties?


I had obviously spent too much time in front of He-Man with my nephews when I drew this.

He-She the hermaphrodite. By the power of Grayskull, I really needed a hobby.


Did you think I'd forgotten the fart jokes? Oh, hell no! Remember who you're talkin' to here.

"Don't you dare." But look at that fucker - he's a bully, and he won't be deterred from his sport. The farting will not be halted. Sucks to be you, dude on the bottom.


Finally, what display of my drawrings would be complete without the obligatory exaggerated schlong picture?

I figure, if you're gonna draw a tallywhacker this big, you might as well have it drippin'. Just in case it wasn't already offensive enough.

So that does it for this notebook, at least the stuff I can show you. Some of it even scares me now. But, you know...that's only one notebook out of a dozen.

Sleep tight.