Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Aaron tried ...

... to give you the world famous thumbs up sign for visiting the box of squints but his tentacular form inhibited this.


Monday, 28 September 2009

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

first place: winged blind mouse man, pierced

Cyril stood poised. His homemade puncturic projectile held perfectly
still, so yea, um, poised I suppose you would say.
The wing-ed one approached.For what seemed like nine years now (it was eight'n a half) Cyril
had played the arch of nemesees to wing-ed blind mouse man's white
caned heroics.
With a flash and a swing and a gchmack, Cyril was deprojectiled and
laid weaponless. Flapping a little bit to move all fast an' that, wing-ed
mouse man's eclectic presence, once again, engulfed his foe in awe.
Cyril stood, unable to lunge for his thing [dart]
It's a this point that something occurred to Cyril.
He would NOT just stand there and wait for the policifonic authorities.
Cyril Hat snuck away ... he never wore shoes anyway ....
and so, for a new plan was forming now, Cyril would return ...
oh yes.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

second place: headphone jacker

Merely 14 SECONDS after leaving his cave Morcombe was robbed.
He was away in his own world, fiddling with his MyPod (tm) and there,
up a running, came that wildernal menace, that shameful forest fiend - the headphone jacker.
"muffim duh eaffome yh muffuh fuffah"
"sorry, what?"
"ham um offah fuffa"
"Is that a gun made of wood ? is that YOU there Tom?"
"liffa ..." [rolling up the bottom of his 'clava] ... "give me the earphones"
"OOOHHH, do you mean my headphones ?"
"They're earphones"
"Well, they're more on my head really."
"They're also on your ears, aren't they? now hand them ofer"
".. but now that we're talking I've taken them off my ears but they're
still on my .... " everything went black.
Morcombe woke up some time later, in fact it was dawn that woke him.
The sound of birds and bears pushing trees over in the nearby woods
startled him to awakeys.
"Awe shit"

Monday, 21 September 2009

third place: NOT a snake milker

I remember this one time, back in 19 hundred and ninety nine ....
I worked for a while as a snake milking person.
I used to sit there on show from 10am till 11, and then again from
3pm till about half past (if our snake, Thlid, lasted that long)
It was almost at the entire end of my snake milking career that
it became apparent that ol' Thlid wasn't a snake after all.
This explained the colour and consistency of her milk.
It also explained her name ...
On that faith-ish day, a creature came and smashed down the fence
and ran a rampant mock of the entire place.
Thlid, it turned out she SHOULD have had leggers and this explained
not only her name but why her first and last sets of 'teets' were dryer
than the king of the dry peoples teenage daughter's hair dryer.
One time one of them showed a slight weaping, which in hindsight was
a BAD thing.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

I didn't draw it in the picture but …

… it's like he's leaning on something but he's not.
It would have been the arm of a really
(I mean REALLY) comfy couch.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Terry from off the Telly

Yes this is Terry, he tells everyone he's from off the telly, but he's

Thursday, 10 September 2009


Marty Mellonfellic, on and off duty

Tuesday, 1 September 2009


An outcast. All the other kids have big ears. Oh the shame.

hamstropolis prisoner

by aBowman