Monkey Fluids: November 2007

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Comic #200: Learning Pickup Lines with Bertie

'So tell me, girls: do the curtains match your vagina? No wait -- does your vagina match the carpet? Shit. Fuck. Oh come one, there's no need to involve the police.'

And that's number 200. There will now be the traditional brief interruption in transmission while I gasp for breath like a fat man chasing a cake. (A cake with legs.)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Postal Justice

Mail took a long time to arrive in the islands, but Lola's lifelike doll was finally here. Now Timmy would be able to show the court exactly where Uncle Bertie touched him...

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Again with the Glorious Technicolour

'Yes, kill them,' urged the voices. 'Kill them all.'

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Gratuitous, um, Motorsport Reference

'Seriously, how can I even think about singing with that monstrosity standing so close to me? Good God, woman, what happened you your face? What the hell happened to your face?' 'Please, miss, it's not her fault she's hideous -- can we just get on with this?' 'How about you and Niki Lauda there amuse the crowd instead? I'm off to loosen my corset enough so I can throw up properly.'

Picture supplied by jacobmarley a long, long time ago.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Another Cautionary Tale

The dangers of masturbation #26: Bed sheets becoming animate due to accumulation of genetic material.

Yeah, look, I picked this image to re-use so that I could do something Halloween-themed, but this is what happened instead. Make of that what you will.