Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
Let er RIP Maurice Sendak.
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Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
Let er RIP Maurice Sendak.
At least on a porcupine, unlike the Capitol building, the pricks are on the outside. That may be the cleanest joke ever told on this site. Standby for some more “Cock ‘N’ Balls” to filth up the place again!
Today’s Vivisection raises a few pieces of trivia. Let’s see if you can use the clues to figure out the answers.
This Squiggles “Classic” is a thankful reminder that at least it wasn’t David Bowie who died.
Time for a touching RIP to remind us what we all have in store for future Valentime’s Day (Yes, Goddammit, I know it’s misspelled!). Hope you get some difficult brown chocolate for the holiday.
Like our friends from Cock ‘N’ Balls, resolve yourself this year to eat fewer carbs. Where else can you get better health advice than from a Fat Head cock and whistling balls?
Somehow, I don’t think Jesus (or anyone else) is laughing at Mr. Keene in heaven. Which makes it just like earth for the past 50 years. Maybe the next Jeffysaurus cartoon should be a “Did you come straight to heaven?” question, followed by a circuitous route of cumming on angel whores. “Who skull fucked Anna Nicole Smith on the way to the pearly gates?” NOT ME!
We were curious about what Baby Louie’s twitter feed looks like. With a little hardcore kernel hacking, we found it. Here it is for your enjoyment!