Oh, dear.  Billy and Randy have run dry, no way they will be most intoxicated drunks in the contest.  But... wait!   Paulie Panda has bough a Silver Parachute for the two enthusiastic although parched contestants.  Now we got a horse race!

  https://youtu.be/SbD1RoGvscE Fleischer Brothers, 1939.  The horror.       Deathmatch with Walt. They doth stride the Earth like a colossus.   Happy New Year.

  "You will not survive your injuries. For that, you can thank your mistress. Tell us where she is and your death will take seconds instead of hours!" A little birthday fanart for @CptDaniel , featuring Alina, Irna, and Nathy (and a thug), from his graphic novel project, Her Majesty's Agents! This is only my speculation as to what might happen in the story. If you want to know more, check out CptDaniel's gallery, get on board with HMA, and follow along! Naturally, Alina, Irna, Nathy, and Henchguy belong to CptDaniel. Please do not use or repost without his permission!   https://www.deviantart.com/andibi Reposted by kind permission of CptDaniel.   https://www.deviantart.com/cptdaniel "Respice post te!"

 Dogfight Com   Aralin and Argo in battle. Guess who came back? My old watchers knows him well. Now he is back.    Tarzan and Jane. https://www.deviantart.com/cptdaniel

  E. B. Kemble. Judge Magazine . 1912 It’s no go your maidenheads, it’s no go your culture, All we want is a Dunlop tyre and the devil mend the puncture. From Bagpipe Music by Louis MacNeice. 1938. Ho Ho Ho.  

 A group of frisky 1970's disco dancers! From sketch~ To finished painting~ To video~get your boogie shoes on!

  Wednesday I had to go to the Walmart pharmacy to get my mom her meds.  As I was waiting behind a very old man who was wearing a cap that said Marines on it, I noticed all this greenish liquid all over the floor.  I was wearing my superboots so I touched a toe in this and it was still very wet.  The old man was having trouble, and suddenly he revealed this object the size of a soccer ball.  It was wet and slime encrusted, the same color as the stuff on the floor.  Although I have never seen one, I knew it was his colostomy bag.  That meant that he had been standing in line with that thing dripping, and did nothing about it.  One of the clerks was dabbing at him with a paper towel, while he was going on and on about how he had changed it right before he came up to the store.  I doubt he had and I decided he was senile.  God, how awful.  I felt bad for him, and I wondered when he was at the Chosin Resevoir whether h...