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why does a man climb a mountain? probably for the same reasons he tries to fit 119 pieces of dubble bubble in his mouth. created with mark bielik, check out his stuff http://fleshforks.com

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dandruff

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A cartoon I made entitled, “Sunny Day”.

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Illustrations I did to promote Florida Tourism.

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I delt with my rage after losing a vicious ping pong match by making this on the victor’s over foldered desktop.

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During my freshman year of college me and some friends went to go see the Old 97’s. I can’t quite recall if we ate before or after the show, but some how we ended up at a premiere eating establishment, Jack in the Box. Now this story takes place at the very end of the 90’s in Denton, TX. Emo was very popular at the time. Lots of kids, including my buddy Chad wore big thick Buddy Holly glasses. Also as a sign of rebellion the first week of school I went and got my lipped pierced (it hurt). But getting back to the “Box”. As we enter there was an old black man. He notices my lip ring and starts to tell me that I’m a freak and how back in the day I would have been hanged and so forth. After his rant he looks to my friend Chad in his big black glasses and says,”Your a nerd.” Looks back at me, “Your a freak and Your (at Chad) a Nerd.” No sooner than he has called Chad a nerd twice. Than an emo kid with even thicker blacker glasses walks in… The old man moaned oh so slightly and then shouted out, “Where am I ?… Nerd city!”

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I’m at this bar when a Johnny Cash song comes on… A later one, not hurt… But from around the same time… This girl I was talking to (who was around 25) says, “God, I love Johnny Cash… You know, even before he became popular”… I nearly spat out the beer I was drinking as I shouted out, “What are you 90 fucking years old.”

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One October a girlfriend told me I was going to her works Halloween party and would even pick out my costume. Cut to the night of… She has picked out a great costume for herself, the big fat guy from the austin powers movies, its really a pretty intricate costume. It actually runs a fan that blows up the suit like a balloon, it was really really cool. Now cut to my costume… I pull it out and its this large 6 foot long sized brown sock with flames on the end of it and a whole at the top to stick your head through… I’m about to ask what this is when she shouts out, “Your hot-shit.”

Now even if I knew her work friends really well, like we killed a homeless guy and threw him in a river kind of bond… I still don’t think I would be comfortable going around telling people I’m hot-shit. So really we need to be at the party in 15 minutes and the only thing worse than being hot-shit is being the guy not in a costume. So at the last second I pull out 2 brown paper grocery bags and place one on each foot, thus transforming me from “hot-shit” to a flaming bag of dog poop. Which I felt way more comfortable with.