This is not a real post.

I have a couple posts written, and just haven't illustrated them yet. This is likely because all parts of my brain, including the creative part, are on strike. I've been having horrible migraines and headaches for the past several weeks, and it's hard to get motivated to use your brain when it's stabbing itself. Add in the chronic anxiety and insomnia, and that's basically why I never doodle anymore.

I tried to start drawing today, and this is all that came out.




So yeah. There's that. I achieved something. Huzzah. 

Today I was told I'd have to see a neurologist, so maybe when I get in with a specialist and get my head under control, I'll be less of a ghostie. 'Til then, may my creepy-ass brain haunt your dreams. ♥





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Easter Shame

I'm usually pretty crafty with the Easter eggs, but I just could not get my shit together this year for some reason. My Marmie and I started off making an attempt, but as egg after egg kept looking like it fell directly out of a horse's asshole after said horse had been force-fed nothing but Taco Bell for three days straight, we just kind of gave up and made silly ones. I thought I'd share them with you lovely people.

We'll start with someone of the ones that turned out alright. 
"Golden Egg Kit" my ass. Look at those streaky motherfuckers in front. 

I think ol' Orangie on the right there is when I started to give up hope. 
Aaaand... here are some of the others. 

Marmieduke proudly showing off her masterpiece(ofshit)

Hitler and Eggva

I just... I don't even. 


My painted boat melted into a fucking demon

Hitler's backside. I put flowers around it, so it's okay. 

Derp the Ogre Easy might be my favorite. 

I like Halloween, so fuck off. 

Zombie Boat thinks it's a train. Choo choo, motherfuckers. 

One of the less shameful shots

One of the more shameful shots

Most of these are shameful shots

Oh hai!

You're special in your own way, little egg. 

"We wanted to be beautiful," they cried out in vain.

Last but not least, because I'm an asshole, and because my Marm told me I had a flat tire on April Fool's and made me shit my pants, here's a video of my mom's very best Ed Wynn impression.


"You'll delete that video, won't you?"
"Of course, mother. Of course."


What do you think, Ed?


Well alright, then.









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You're doing it wrong, Howard.

If you came to this post looking for cohesion, you get the fuck out right now. I have no story, and no endgame. I'm just here to lay some truths on you lovely bitches and bastards.

Truth one: Giving inanimate objects personalities gets real creepy, real fast.



Truth two: I still think about Richard Karn sometimes, enough so that this thought ran through my head.


Truth three: Richard Karn needs to keep his shirt on.
No, I'm seriously not. Don't even ask. 



Truth four: I make fancy Facebook timeline photos.
This is my friend's guinea pig, if he were an astronaut. Related: I need a hobby. YES, I CHANGED THE WORD"HAMSTER" TO "GUINEA PIG" YOU FUCKING MAMMAL NAZIS. FUCK.


Truth five: This is how you get tips.
Guess which jar ol' Meaty used...


And lastly,

Truth six: Applebee's needs to stop encouraging me.
Truth 6.5: Howard is doing it wrong. 



That is all.













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Wieners for Justice

I really don't know how to start this post.

I'd like to preface by saying that, while I've had some racier moments and swear like a goddamned sailor, this particular post is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Or children. Or even me, really. My mind is numb with cocks at this point. Not cartoon cocks. I'm talking porn cocks. Juicy porn cocks, to be precise.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Did you happen to read the story that's taking over the internet today, regarding the Applebee's waitress who was fired for her post on Reddit? Well, I did. And I think it's absolute horseshit. If you're too lazy, the short version is that some bitch, a pastor, no less, went to Applebees to gorge herself on sizzling shrimp or some shit. Despite the fact she had no complaints about the service she received, this is the receipt received by the waitress:

(above: Christian values)

I'd start to list the infinite reasons that this woman's hypocrisy and douchebaggery fill me with rage, but I'm pretty sure my skull would explode. After my coworkers and I had a nice ranting sesh, I decided to go sass the Applebee's Facebook page in retaliation. (Because, come on. What else can you really do with this kind of injustice when a million-dollar corporation is involved?)

I left a couple witty jabs here and there (that'll show 'em,) and was getting ready to return to my home page, when what to my wondering eyes should appear?

Five people...



in the Applebee's banner...



choking down some invisible wang.


My mission was clear.

Can I just say, it should not be as hard as it was to find adequate love-sausage via Google? I initially typed in "wieners," thinking that would yield enough results, and was disappointed severely. "Alright, Meaty... I guess we're going to do this the hard way." Hur hur. Get it? Hard? Like cock? Yeah. But even when I'd resigned myself to using more.. direct terminology... searches for the likes of "wang" "dicks" "cocks" and even good ol' fashioned "penis" didn't give me a lot to work with. In a frustrated frenzy, I typed in "juicy porn cock."

The flood gates opened.

Everything I type sounds like an innuendo now.

I can't see anything without realizing how it could be transformed into a phallus.

You know how if you say a word a lot, eventually you get to a point where you're like, "Wait, is this a word? Is this still right?" That happens when you stare at high-res cocks up close in photoshop long enough, too. Just so you're aware. When you stare into the cock-filled abyss, the cock-filled abyss stares right the fuck back atcha, kiddo.

Honestly, it was so disturbing that I almost gave up after five minutes, but then I remembered that I had promised some people on Facebook that I would do this horrible deed. And I am one OP who always delivers.

So... I'll just let the pictures tell the rest of this story, because my fucking brain and soul hurt. And then I'm going to go take a shower and try to ignore the fact that my sister, cousin, mother, boss, and god knows who else all read this blog.





(Get ready for the NSFW. No one's around? K. Scroll.)





























You know what the sickest fucking part of this blog post is? As I read and proofread, and get down to the bottom... when I finally get to this last image, I'm like, "where are the dicks?" The subtlety is lost on me after staring at them for the past hour, I guess. There's six fucking shlongs in that image, and that's not enough?

I have some soul searching to do.





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