drunk

ON THIS VERY NIGHT. TEN YEARS AGO. ALONG THIS VERY STRETCH OF ROAD (JUST PAST THE FRUIT LOOP & NORTH OF THE AIRPORT IN A DENSE FOG OF CIGARETTE SMOKE JUST LIKE THIS

MALIBU MIKE SAT BARE ASS IN A REFRACTORY PERIOD AFTER WITHDRAWING MIDGET PORN IMAGES FROM HIS SPANK BANK. WE THOUGHT HE WAS PASSED OUT & LET HIM BE. WE WERE WRONG. DEAD WRONG

WHEN HE AWOKE AT HIGH NOON THE BATHROOM DOOR OPENED LIKE AN OLD WESTERN SALOON. THE LAS VEGAS SUN BURNED HIS SILOUETTE INTO MY MEMORY. AND THE STORY HE WROTE THOUGHOUT THE NIGHT ON SINGLE PLAY,

WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS

Make your darks darker

And you lights lighter

by: Todoran

S to the E to the A and seal it with an N

Let me tell you suckers bout’ my frien’

Duck, duck grey goose

He’s got the gat’s to kill a moose

A thirst for beer

And war art with fear

[chorus x2]

Camouflage and Tanks

New World Order

Slap the RIAA

With a Morter

Major at the Crown

Governor at Main

-and-

King of Cheers!

Don’t fuck with this cat

Cause Pink’s got his back

No ‘fu-fee’ drink for this consumin’ veterano

Fades to black like Tony Soprano

Ordered one cocktail in his life

A Molotov 

thrown at the Rum Runner

[chorus x2]

Camouflage and Tanks

New World Order

Slap the RIAA

With a Morter

The perfect addition to a cold beverage!

Some sketches of a turtle fucking an army helmet.

A few years ago, Evan, Mike and I went to Yellowstone on our way up to the Pink Palace in Montana.

Had a few drinks, Ogilvie claims to have kissed two mexican girls, and we might have almost been throw out of the bar. The next morning, Evan orders these terrible looking runny eggs from the breakfast buffet and compliments them with a nice Budweiser. This slideshow/video chronicles our trip out of Yellowstone.

old sketchbook idea

I think you see where this is going.