NIPPLES HARD WITH GENIUS

My fellow Americans:

I finally unpacked the box that had all of my old drawings.

I scribble a bit, you know.

My medium is unique; I draw only on the back of restaurant placemats, and napkins. I'm generally suffering--as all artists suffer--from bad service, and/or bad food.

Much great art was wrought at Denny's, wherein I had the (dis)pleasure of both.

As I begin the laborious process of scanning it all, I will give you all a taste of the last batch that I unearthed. These were stashed away with a bunch of tax papers:

Every Good Blob Deserves Fudge.

Yes, We Have No Bananas.

Gulp.

N.H.W.G.

Virgins Dribbling Giblets...

With Sleepless Eye.


Anyway, the "new" (recovered) stuff is WAY more disturbing. They also smell strangely of Frisco melts. Be forewarned.


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