Samboni!

It's Serpentine time!

winter is coming

first sign of Spring

"Enthralling and hypnotic" exclaims A.O. Scott

I am the mushroom king I can do anything

 






















 The new party slogans are in! Everyone a bullet point!

"Let us turn ours into a country of mushrooms by making
mushroom cultivation scientific, intensive and industrialized!"

the aliens have landed

red swing

His face may be the last thing that you ever see

Old Stewball

Lava Man

Not safe for sleep... Enjoy!

sliping you a mickey

how dumb and easy is it to paint a Hitlerstache?

Very.

Look out, Congressman, there's a thumb heading straight towards your eye!

you don't miss your water

There was a time we wished she would just go away. What were we thinking?

From her open letter to PETA comes the greatest rhetorical question ever asked:

"Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)?"