He’s bidding farewell to a pudding.
What a lie! I don’t see their paper towels!
Editor: “The copy says she’s a Plain Jane but you draw her as the world’s hottest librarian.”
Artist: “I only know how to draw sexy girls, chief. Puttin’ glasses on her was the best I could do.”
“Word.” – Kathy Ireland
“A colorless female ‘brain’”? Okay, maybe, but you better do a killer Orson Welles impression or I’m gonna have a word with your writer.
Just let me whip this out…
Wait, a bomb would kill Satan? Someone tell the Vatican.
It would kill Larry. You wouldn’t want Larry, Chief Servant of Satan, to die, would you?
I feel like Larry is the guy Satan had to co-lease an apartment with when hell froze over.
Satan may be the Lord of Evil, but Larry is the guy who puts the milk carton back in the fridge with only a tiny trickle of milk in the bottom, will switch the dishwasher on when you’re trying to take a shower, and leaves his unicycle propped up in the main hallway.
In short, f*** Larry.
“Larry and Satan” was a weird sitcom.
Why yes, I did find yet another ape panel. They loved drawing them as much as I love posting them.
“Oh, pardon me, ma’am. I was looking for Gurk.”
And that’s baaaaaaad.
The Wicked Goat God of Voodoo? I think I have the split EP they did with the KLF.
The beast with 6 backs?
Larry is still a nicer guy than Katie.
Oh! That’s how meditation works. I’ve been doing it wrong for years!