A Bronze Relief of the Mighty Dick Forest

Just try to say "bronze relief of the mighty dick" without getting totally turned on.

Jackie Liebergott on MTV Cribs

Jackie makes it rain on dem ho's

Home for the Hollandaise

Here's one for the good times:

Here's a lesson for all of your marketing students. This is how you repackage a product:

So... they're laxatives? "That puffy, hard feeling in my stomach that has made me uncomfortable for years has gone down in just a few days. I felt the difference in my pants and skirts right away." Wow, imagine being constipated for several years. Well now she looks and feels great but she should probably wash her pants and skirts.

Fishing for Fisher

If we ever do pursue that super-awesome idea of having a launch party/stand-up/reading shindig for one of our publications, we should combine it with the other awesome idea of that revolves around Scott Fisher asking the student body crazy things about via a facebook group. My idea was that we could do the article about something funny and then later host the launch party/comedy night even and call it "Should Scott Fisher Poop on a Pigeon? Come and and Voice your Opinion!"

and Scott should host or something. And then all the posters would be pictures of scott photoshopped with pigeons. Here is an example:

I don't know if this is a valid idea or if it's even slightly funny, but whatever it is I am going to continue creating pictures of Scott Fisher in compromising positions with pigeons and posting them here. If you don't like it you can suck it.

Enjoy!

Cliffhanger

2nd Amendment

How to succeed in business without really trying

Mmm Mmm Good!

Magic in the Air

Happy 4th of July Hyena!!!

Kim Jong Il loves you!

here's a cartoon we can all relate to!

Here's a cartoon about slavery!

Historical Friction

This is a cartoon I drew one day at Hyena based on something Jon said.

He's just a treasure trove of Luddite jokes

Caveman Cartoon with Original Caption!

The Original Caveman Puberty/Evolution Cartoon with Original Caption! Just like momma used to make! Selling for $5,000 on Ebay! Embrace this touching awkward family moment at your own risk! (careful, it's sticky)

Update from Molly's Vacation, No. 1

Many things have happened since I bid you all a drunken farewell at the Last Final End-of-the-Year Hyena Party Part II. I have consumed a number of questionable substances to varying degrees of success (varying between 'awesome' and 'awesomekickasserton') but I have neither the time or short-term memory to relate them to you here - check them out in my forthcoming memoirs "Nicotine and Willpower" due out in fall '10 on Regnery Books. That's a political joke, chucklemites.

This, however, happened about 10 minutes ago over our second poorman's pina colada (for future reference, what makes them milky-colored? Is it milk? I hate milk. Mine's disappointingly orange in color but delightfully rum-my.)

Apparently, all varieties of drugs hit suburban Delware in the 50s and 60s with sudden force and my devil-may-care mother indulged her fair share. What does this mean, exactly?

My mother was born in 1952.
She was 15 in 1967.

Why is this relevant?

My mother tried heroin. Intervenously. When she was 15 years old.

Now, I've never injected heroin, but my surviving peers who have insist its like this:

(i.e. Totally sweet)

My mother, on the other hand, insists that it was more like this:


(i.e. Passed out from five hours)

Enough! I have more drinking and eventual driving to get to! I was mostly just tired of checking this blog with such high hopes only to see Alex's damn dinosaur puns again.

Communism!

Fun with Paintbrush (a fond farewell to terbush)

Jon is a Blockhead. Molly is surprised.

Jon is a Luddite. Molly is in it for the fashion.

 

  

Jon is not amused. Molly is irrelevant.

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So I was in the bathroom today, thinking about Jon (not erotically asphyxiating myself) and I was so overcome (come) with emotion that I slipped and hit my chin. I promptly had a vision of the flux capacitor. Then I went to the hospital and got stitches. Then I continued to think about Jon and how much I will miss him.

Craft of the Month!

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