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I am too drunk to draw.



GOTTA KNOCK A LITTLE HARDER MOTHER FUCKERS.

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This man is sad. No one knows why. Probably because he's a baby. A big stupid baby. Get a grip man.

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Ice cream tragedy.

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Dude 1: Man I love the Yankees!

Dude 2: GO YANKEES!

Dude 1: Awesome! I mean I don't know shit about baseball and generally find it pretty boring but all my co-workers and friends love the Yankees so I figured I should love them too!

Dude 2: Do you know what's going on?

Dude 1: No idea. Who cares!? These hats look awesome! GO YANKEES! Sammy Sosa!!

Dude 2: Fuck yeah! High five man! You know who else I love? The fuckin' Red Sox!

Dude 1: The Red Sox?

Dude 2: You've never heard of them? They are another baseball team that is supposedly good!

Dude 1: NO WAY! HIGH FIVE! Let's go buy some fuckin' Red Sox hats!

Dude 2: Already got some right here man! Everyone loves the Red Sox man! Just like the Yankees!

Dude 1: Awesome! What team are we playing though?

Dude 2: Beats me dude, anyway, GO YANKEES! YEAH!!! SPORTS!!! FUCK!

Dude 1: Oh shit. The guy on the other team hit that ball with his bat.

Dude 2: Oh man, the ball's going pretty far.

Dude 1: OH FUCK! What do we do! It's getting really close!

Dude 2: SHIT!!!

Dude 1: FUUUCK!!!

Dude 2: YANKEES!!!

Dude 1: MY FACE!!!!

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"This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it."

-Eeyore

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:(

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Hey Guys! This is Tony the snowboarder with a thumbs up for my peeps! Ah ha! I loves me some boarding, been doing it since I was 6. I live in Rocky Mountains Bear Mountain where I snowboard at least 20 hours a day, all the time, so often. Anyway, I just wanna send a thumbs up to my peeps, ya know? I love's my peeps, whateve, anyway, so I smoke at least, like, 100 pounds of weed a day up here, you know it's fun, okay not that much but..um, stuff. I also like to play Pro Snowboarder on my XBOX 360. It's fun, I'm on tha game, ya, some kinda thing, I play as myself, it's like, whateve, heh, ya know. Anyway, I don't have a lady at the moment, well I did, but she got tired of snowboarding, like, all the time, so ya know...commas and stuff. Anyway, I wrote this because I'm kinda lonely on this mountain. Heh. Man, I tell ya, snow boardin' gets kinda boring. Peace!

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As advertised.

This is my dinner tonight by the way. Love me!

Bonus Drawing:



It's not rocket science people. Also notice my awesome political humor combo meter rising through the stratosphere with the several pointlessly blatant labels because you proles are too stupid to figure out this obvious figurative representational shit on your own! FEAR ME!

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Everyone just calm down.

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I don't think you think I'm serious enough.

When the Blazers inevitably meet up against the Lakers it isn't just another basketball game. It's an all out war on a world that is obsessed with their cars, their looks, and worst of all their selves. A world that knows nothing beyond the horsepower their car gets or how much space their humvee takes up in the endless parking lot of a super deluxe eat all you want, buy all you want, shit all you want palisades extreme god awful shit on yourself mall of hyper deluxe over consumption. A world where everyone hates immigrants and they vote against gay marriage, every, single, day. A world where true happiness is killed every day a million times over. A world where you have to pay to look at nice trees. A world of death and pollution and crime and everything that is wrong with society stirred into a giant disgusting toilet of never ending, limitless, unquenchable greed. Ask yourself this! In this war, are you on the side of the Blazers? Or do you side with the destroyers of all that is good in this world? These are desperate times we live in, my friends. For this is a war that must be won every time, not for the sake of basketball, or statistics, or simple pride, but for the sake of justice and the happiness of mankind everywhere. Take no prisoners. Win!

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Epic. Seriously.

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WHOAAAA!!

XTREME!!!!

This is what you are putting on the wall of your new house Mirjam, at no less than a size of 20 feet by 20 feet, let it be so. Let it be soooooo!!!!

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Edit: I just made it way better. Eh, eh? Whatever.

Another drawing of random violence which adds absolutely nothing to society and benefits no one. Wait, that's my entire...shhhh.

Despite my absolute pessimism I feel pretty darn good tonight.

Also, all I ever seem to draw anymore is faces, I'm so lazy. So, so, sorry.

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So it goes.

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Couch Art...

So I had just gotten done having some nice talk and drinks with some friends and after we parted ways I took a nice quiet walk across one of the many Portland bridges at about 12:30 AM, where I ran across an empty purse that didn't have shit in it, so I tossed it. I wanted to throw it over the bridge but I decided not to for reasons beyond me. I got to the MAX station and the last MAX of the night is arriving just as I get to the station, which I love, I like that kind of mini-luck you know. There is barely anyone on it as it pulls up. In one area there is some dude trying to kiss his girlfriend, which I'm not into, and then in another area there are two crazy kids sitting having this crazy conversation. I sit up by these two dudes who are having this crazy deep conversation about people, and all kinds of shit, and so I dig it because I'm drunk, and I love dropping eaves, and I want to know what people who I don't know are thinking. I sit and listen intently to every word this dude is saying until I get off after a few stops. Well, I guess I was listening so intently that they noticed and as the MAX is moving away they wave to me and I smile and wave back and they laugh. Love it.

Well, I guess that story just says I'm one creepy bastard who needs to mind his own fucking business but I don't think they seemed to mind sharing their highly fascinating pseudo- intellectual, what the fuck does it all mean anyway, bull shit. They were both pretty drunk anyway so who the fuck cares. Right?

This video was linked by my friend Andrew Van Dyk. It's fucking hilarious.



That son of a bitch blew up the moon!

My brother Kit recommended this music. It is very nice. Makes me want to drink.



I think I said the F word about four times there, sorry Mom.