tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243633232026-04-14T10:00:00.155+12:00Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his heterogeneous fluids? You’d think we’d have figured it out by now.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.comBlogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-738498854835585592026-04-14T10:00:00.001+12:002026-04-14T10:00:00.139+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26KbobT_mCteVpbcQzOyeVmwBJfut-odpeR0dGVFFs2JXKxF2eZG1UynYrCPP9O5-djCKTMBllMpeg8AQ2ZHDLvvxcS01fGNfe5o-V579YXM-SO4h-j50dZOeb3Yr6QneRHyppHVHZRedcEaBVUV4W9xSl964HblPk5SUXunXmJnaEvyPQYswQQ/s1973/FairyRing02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Here we go!” exclaimed Betsy. “Down a couple of these lovelies and you’ll be tripping so hard you’ll shit out your balls!” “Shit out my balls? Timmy inquired. “Does that mean shit will come out of my balls, or my balls will come out of my ass like shit?” Betsy stared into the distance and was silent for a long time before quietly answering “...yes.”" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26KbobT_mCteVpbcQzOyeVmwBJfut-odpeR0dGVFFs2JXKxF2eZG1UynYrCPP9O5-djCKTMBllMpeg8AQ2ZHDLvvxcS01fGNfe5o-V579YXM-SO4h-j50dZOeb3Yr6QneRHyppHVHZRedcEaBVUV4W9xSl964HblPk5SUXunXmJnaEvyPQYswQQ/s16000/FairyRing02.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-89979343951384696242026-04-09T16:03:00.005+12:002026-04-09T16:04:02.479+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KARUgrbKV1EDAjrhAg76JLXGTjQP-O-CbhWbKEngaQj5IR8lLjZaLQFYfkD1Jhql7UioYXv-VcTsMGgcEdOkmJlAGve8chH0kd62HQ3_HODh5ieM2Fg31m3VtX4REy2xc2CI6tvuI0SYxmdtvC5tx8NP7aSnv5QTTG8zlr1anYxow_zboq_xTw/s1080/ButlerCart01.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'G’morning to ye, Jeeves! Go tell Master Lovecraft that I’ve brought a couple more o’ them Innsmouth sprats for his collection. Had ta dress’em as schoolchildren to get past the Law, but they’re plenty squamous, don’t you worry!'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KARUgrbKV1EDAjrhAg76JLXGTjQP-O-CbhWbKEngaQj5IR8lLjZaLQFYfkD1Jhql7UioYXv-VcTsMGgcEdOkmJlAGve8chH0kd62HQ3_HODh5ieM2Fg31m3VtX4REy2xc2CI6tvuI0SYxmdtvC5tx8NP7aSnv5QTTG8zlr1anYxow_zboq_xTw/s16000/ButlerCart01.png" width="75%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-17586441352714378502026-04-07T10:00:00.007+12:002026-04-07T10:00:00.111+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7vdtH3dwPXuQZ-TTkqhztZHdKDeFWGIUNmolEBCHkaW7Q2razYHFwb_3wdD0g_8z096fe7KRlwhMm0lq2gWuMlOj00KHgGmckg3vtj0qR4uouJygmF6zjdxBNAnVmc_KFo3oNu5RGavs_gApCcI90flgwz6ZTT0X3NTzUG-S1tJA2mw__Lt1g/s1121/Ghost03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'A g-g-g-ghost!' 'J-J-J-Joseph Stalin!' Scene from the pilot episode of Stalin &amp; Spook, Attorneys at Law. The show ran for fifteen seasons before being violently purged from all records." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7vdtH3dwPXuQZ-TTkqhztZHdKDeFWGIUNmolEBCHkaW7Q2razYHFwb_3wdD0g_8z096fe7KRlwhMm0lq2gWuMlOj00KHgGmckg3vtj0qR4uouJygmF6zjdxBNAnVmc_KFo3oNu5RGavs_gApCcI90flgwz6ZTT0X3NTzUG-S1tJA2mw__Lt1g/s16000/Ghost03.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-65308626238363114212026-04-02T10:00:00.001+13:002026-04-02T10:00:00.114+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs7mo6NcZa154MkjLje9EFj0Kp_2Su-kHWkdhqV_kqqxsem7eJohz-rzHm8z6afp6UnVTVljfg8QEEiRlU6czA5BZNE4TsA2Kl3dpcKboCkjeJlKv9PoyX0HCIJVxuifeaJxL2PBVQ5lNJtnrO2QV_FI7kX0jhjSzh8FXulKVXMPg40iXn1f-sQ/s1658/Monkey06.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Not content with gluing Timmy’s knees together, the devious Professor Pongo now sought to affix his head to the back of his jacket. If she wasn’t careful, Gracie would end up with her hand stuck to the poor boy as well." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs7mo6NcZa154MkjLje9EFj0Kp_2Su-kHWkdhqV_kqqxsem7eJohz-rzHm8z6afp6UnVTVljfg8QEEiRlU6czA5BZNE4TsA2Kl3dpcKboCkjeJlKv9PoyX0HCIJVxuifeaJxL2PBVQ5lNJtnrO2QV_FI7kX0jhjSzh8FXulKVXMPg40iXn1f-sQ/s16000/Monkey06.png" width="95%" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>It's a new month, which means a new Monkey. This is the law and the whole of the law.</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-30843409066847053642026-03-31T17:39:00.004+13:002026-03-31T17:45:50.407+13:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct0-sQ1M4wAv7Gg_S2zmVaAuozBQnnwbN_XSLtwAENQUJcONh7cBZAjQp5qo6fDtU77ZR5d73T0pLgnMJTLBphV7lPBEFO3FvPzFw1cTr-UcXg52Q-vBDcAoOhRMUufNuDpmU7P2OFq5kR48YrsIBhDRviSXSGbol3ffwibG6XKswhvKvRldyiA/s1640/GirlLap02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Why did you say that twice?' 'I didn't'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct0-sQ1M4wAv7Gg_S2zmVaAuozBQnnwbN_XSLtwAENQUJcONh7cBZAjQp5qo6fDtU77ZR5d73T0pLgnMJTLBphV7lPBEFO3FvPzFw1cTr-UcXg52Q-vBDcAoOhRMUufNuDpmU7P2OFq5kR48YrsIBhDRviSXSGbol3ffwibG6XKswhvKvRldyiA/s16000/GirlLap02.png" width="95%" /></a></div><p>It's a reference to a 40-year-old film and it's a sequel to <a href="https://www.monkeyfluids.com/2007/05/obscure-pop-culture-reference-2.html">this one</a>. Yes, Josh, yes! Milk the past! Milk it like the world is ending!</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-51396959239414042922026-03-26T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-26T10:00:00.122+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidodzF_-eyF9Vl72uc40jdDTRlaeKdgxUabeegMrznOzGjyFwravFSLgQSFWdrqVW-68wxa7KJdmBrmuloxWDpt99SfzbyEFM124yoPYJ1OHe7D3LhCXRx4-FsOeB8_99w6Q4zB35XrIsi2BgTFuIclJ7BEhR5Ok2ZJZd_N17QGmUGvcvpngX-2A/s1067/Window04.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Look, Mummy - the snow is easing! Maybe the harvest won't be ruined!' 'We're well past that point, Timmy. Back in the wicker man.'" border="0" width="75%" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidodzF_-eyF9Vl72uc40jdDTRlaeKdgxUabeegMrznOzGjyFwravFSLgQSFWdrqVW-68wxa7KJdmBrmuloxWDpt99SfzbyEFM124yoPYJ1OHe7D3LhCXRx4-FsOeB8_99w6Q4zB35XrIsi2BgTFuIclJ7BEhR5Ok2ZJZd_N17QGmUGvcvpngX-2A/s16000/Window04.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-48082531561912722142026-03-24T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-24T10:00:00.124+13:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg_SpmR7d-SlP651aMrEaTeH9E2TsvOXYQWHvJ2LrNLA0nNQharKae1NQllVRAGPXaF7mx7tkDg7LP9Q2O8Irs_1cLvyLZVKKeYXHrM-Zv3-ANlr_FgVL80acLtWFmBLvUDGL7EWVDohorpfLA-nPQD5Mbx1OXtGHzYcm4bdfjPsMW2D23fu2Bw/s1405/HorseBird01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'...so the game was 'Would You Rather be a man with a horse dick or a horse with a man dick?' One thing lead to another; Buddhist suicide pact; and now I can definitively state that Dave was right. How about you?' *tweet*" border="0" height="auto" width="90%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg_SpmR7d-SlP651aMrEaTeH9E2TsvOXYQWHvJ2LrNLA0nNQharKae1NQllVRAGPXaF7mx7tkDg7LP9Q2O8Irs_1cLvyLZVKKeYXHrM-Zv3-ANlr_FgVL80acLtWFmBLvUDGL7EWVDohorpfLA-nPQD5Mbx1OXtGHzYcm4bdfjPsMW2D23fu2Bw/s16000/HorseBird01.png" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-32740364065535112242026-03-19T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-19T10:00:00.118+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_KLrvHBK0qxotqiEflQdNG_x1CCt0tkirs6Q0Z3Nn3Kd0aDaovKa5IbENx9OF0Y9XBO7vuWqgETAuegoBlfiCPV8bFhxFG_F6Vp7Em3SaOsbL7le0udsc44g__e8v_id_SRyzC7w095jfCulmYfJmfaWojGeP7kd43AJ4fx0K-7lvoj-G_CQQ/s1080/GirlsKickedOut01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'I'm telling you—decimate means to reduce by one tenth!' 'It's in the word! Like decimal!' 'Yeah, yeah. It's off to Pedant Quarantine for youse two. Don't worry—we'll keep you there for exactly forty days.' Agatha sniggered. Fucking pedants." border="0" height="auto" width="75%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_KLrvHBK0qxotqiEflQdNG_x1CCt0tkirs6Q0Z3Nn3Kd0aDaovKa5IbENx9OF0Y9XBO7vuWqgETAuegoBlfiCPV8bFhxFG_F6Vp7Em3SaOsbL7le0udsc44g__e8v_id_SRyzC7w095jfCulmYfJmfaWojGeP7kd43AJ4fx0K-7lvoj-G_CQQ/s16000/GirlsKickedOut01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-82770514213873078152026-03-17T10:00:00.002+13:002026-03-17T10:00:00.115+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzw069qyl4hJg5mWGtNhAxcr_jVmSvQk7jR-mRs9aFrnXUr4InWrXis2PK2ba93jJjZ7vaLlbCTiNNdUVyS_N4sJJctVfo9aLCn6KUAZHIQs_PEk9FNzxTtjEKsnOgXmNnVg5Wx1mBlNb0RKAQ4MqWa0NDlcP7nPKJfvcfG8Q-_qAdZZsHM94Gg/s1590/HuntersBoy01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="The men thought they had Timmy dead to rights, but they had reckoned without The Professor’s modifications. Smiling smugly, Timmy put his hands in his pockets and readied the controls of his crotch laser…" border="0" height="auto" width="90%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzw069qyl4hJg5mWGtNhAxcr_jVmSvQk7jR-mRs9aFrnXUr4InWrXis2PK2ba93jJjZ7vaLlbCTiNNdUVyS_N4sJJctVfo9aLCn6KUAZHIQs_PEk9FNzxTtjEKsnOgXmNnVg5Wx1mBlNb0RKAQ4MqWa0NDlcP7nPKJfvcfG8Q-_qAdZZsHM94Gg/s16000/HuntersBoy01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-90222488885915553222026-03-12T07:59:00.007+13:002026-03-12T08:01:34.434+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0JrTphEb4mHkXgMjHhfwsl3yW3Hrg4oNwDWDinakun3ypgZ6x0wQCth2cWL2W4JiwBA8ZlNsosQpQXpad5PbJTWEvjN2l6GJDu0KCH6r_8hypAUXAHCOeNeqXv8RK_M2aleZcJdKCHGNyERJWQIhDQusNE63civwX19H6-WwMEGXOwosjJ3pjQ/s1600/Fainting201.png" style="display: block; text-align: center;"><img alt="'Euuurggh - being old is the worst.' 'It could just be your diet, Gran - did you switch to grainy bread like I suggested?' 'Yes, and the only difference is that I now do grainy shits.' 'But the extra fibre! Think of all those B vitamins!' 'My farts. Have shrapnel.'" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0JrTphEb4mHkXgMjHhfwsl3yW3Hrg4oNwDWDinakun3ypgZ6x0wQCth2cWL2W4JiwBA8ZlNsosQpQXpad5PbJTWEvjN2l6GJDu0KCH6r_8hypAUXAHCOeNeqXv8RK_M2aleZcJdKCHGNyERJWQIhDQusNE63civwX19H6-WwMEGXOwosjJ3pjQ/s16000/Fainting201.png" width="75%" height="auto"/></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-22257709005560586792026-03-10T08:13:00.005+13:002026-03-10T08:14:37.306+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG9xVfE3THqHGFsJuS-HNKgfGJENMIZlGn5W8bQJVO7GUS9G6wzQPUiAcPMPULJDpcklAphVPFkpPrPZb3LxBIAI5NoMPtwhSQBKhtkjarsl1zN9j7xc9fXPKp1fk1gulmvrDZN_OjR0gOz_9TBmVtowvd-N5bZTjVvEMSOqHpWKXQI21jmFAJQ/s1808/Parachutes01.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'It's raining men. Hallelujah.' 'Yes, praise be to the Powers Aloft. for their bounty of flesh.' 'Tonight we feast.'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG9xVfE3THqHGFsJuS-HNKgfGJENMIZlGn5W8bQJVO7GUS9G6wzQPUiAcPMPULJDpcklAphVPFkpPrPZb3LxBIAI5NoMPtwhSQBKhtkjarsl1zN9j7xc9fXPKp1fk1gulmvrDZN_OjR0gOz_9TBmVtowvd-N5bZTjVvEMSOqHpWKXQI21jmFAJQ/s16000/Parachutes01.png" width="90%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-65798472456325823282026-03-06T11:32:00.006+13:002026-03-16T14:47:41.417+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxC7jWlhxGsAQm56r2Zo9270ubg_x7ijaRCKi7xgnydmuC4YKESpZBgWyKoFfRUPGe5mqq5XycBKrJmsw7_IISesdzdKPwfDDHsqMGXCfTOoJIaiCcS1bF6qfUj5P-bTJ7LlC0s5ma6DjBZh-ePtvOBLCGsEdye4eOUiexpXSduZYdcaeX4RxhA/s1658/Monkey04.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="&quot;No, Bishop Bobo - I said you're supposed to anoint him with your chrism!&quot; Prayer or no, Timmy's hepatitis wouldn't be clearing up any time soon." border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1658" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxC7jWlhxGsAQm56r2Zo9270ubg_x7ijaRCKi7xgnydmuC4YKESpZBgWyKoFfRUPGe5mqq5XycBKrJmsw7_IISesdzdKPwfDDHsqMGXCfTOoJIaiCcS1bF6qfUj5P-bTJ7LlC0s5ma6DjBZh-ePtvOBLCGsEdye4eOUiexpXSduZYdcaeX4RxhA/s16000/Monkey04.png" width="90%" /></a></div><p>So, what happened was, last year I spent a few weeks "remastering" all the images here, after links to the old ones started breaking. And, nostalgia being what it is, I thought "wouldn't it be fun to do this again for a bit? But why now?" And then I remembered that I started originally in May of 2006, which makes this month the 20th anniversary.</p><p>I had a bunch of images that I never got round to using the first time, and I've never been against re-using old images more than once, so I've flexed my atrophied captioning muscles to crank out some more of these... things. I figure I've got enough new comics for three or four month's worth - let's enjoy it while it lasts.</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-17734776729015881162026-03-05T17:05:00.003+13:002026-03-05T17:10:03.851+13:00<p>You know that thing where you’re old as fuck, and then all your favourite bands get back together for the 20 year reunions of their first albums, and maybe do a little tour or put out a new EP?</p><p>You know what tomorrow is?</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0Auckland, New Zealand-36.850882700000007 174.7644881-63.331986010527828 139.6082381 -10.369779389472185 -150.0792619tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-4847474745135601572008-04-15T07:39:00.003+12:002025-06-12T21:29:51.729+12:00Time to call it a day, I'm thinking. It's been two-and-a-bit years and two-and-a-bit hundred comics and I'm just plain out of Funny. My, what times we've had, what with the japery and the wit and the horse-fucking and what have you. Memories I'll cherish and so on and so forth.<br /><br />Thanks for reading, and for the comments -- I'll be back with another thing another time, as is my wont.<br /><br />So that just leaves one thing:<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztgE5Ql1IBzc_N1U4TT9K2O_qU7jOiRlBAYCEzzbwrKa5rGtaCSQPvn2GGLxx_w56Jta7qMpQKswfCcF-bpY_Wl9ov7pnBqbtVYyrafx-Wv1DKKs5SecqtXFC06P7Igm7Dz6G19vv12ARG3B0Ol486VhrzqmqX8Zglw1OP4msF6uH8lpFCy1Rbg/s3429/Monkey_final.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Because Timmy fucked his sister - that's why." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztgE5Ql1IBzc_N1U4TT9K2O_qU7jOiRlBAYCEzzbwrKa5rGtaCSQPvn2GGLxx_w56Jta7qMpQKswfCcF-bpY_Wl9ov7pnBqbtVYyrafx-Wv1DKKs5SecqtXFC06P7Igm7Dz6G19vv12ARG3B0Ol486VhrzqmqX8Zglw1OP4msF6uH8lpFCy1Rbg/s16000/Monkey_final.png" width="90%" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>And now you know.</div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com66tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-44108418732610487752008-04-10T07:48:00.002+12:002025-07-10T18:46:49.639+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FCVZupmPdIueGbeD5X46Wp0Q03equixdn2vFxugpuqytNrQ9xET1N8WNKDrdJSzymzfzzJ9-oF04fKzmWnz6kHhdHgnyIx917HCjOftdGG7c1067zkf-40FNWw_s69DtrGnRwgZhBFua9jCRvktcbO3J-1E5rEjd18W-y6obIBpX_2Mqf6dasA/s2470/ChildrenDoctor01.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Yes, I think I'm going to have to recommend what's called a 'retroactive abortion' in your case, Angela -- can't have the lower classes breeding out of control can we?' 'I don't like playing eugenicists, Timmy. Can't we just go back to experimenting with laudanum?'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FCVZupmPdIueGbeD5X46Wp0Q03equixdn2vFxugpuqytNrQ9xET1N8WNKDrdJSzymzfzzJ9-oF04fKzmWnz6kHhdHgnyIx917HCjOftdGG7c1067zkf-40FNWw_s69DtrGnRwgZhBFua9jCRvktcbO3J-1E5rEjd18W-y6obIBpX_2Mqf6dasA/s16000/ChildrenDoctor01.png" width="80%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-15610290319898213772008-04-08T07:45:00.002+12:002025-07-10T18:46:21.484+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQa5B78xeeWNHUiypoDj92v7uYCtizV-Rz9_KbvM4OKdDG5rjmoie7khHGmuI-jf6nT7DgXx5WMxdMvEu19xNCwiHWh3xIMt75DtXBfPRtnodJCJoLbAr6zpxk_5tLeMrvS60aXrqA0ZQhZWPEdcX98awiNxAQ4aqdkdqDm21Ic9Q-vr1om1tlw/s1743/BedGrab01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Yarr! Unhand me giblets, wench!' 'For the last time Pete, I'm not 'purloinin' yer giblets' -- 'I'm harvesting your organs' to 'buy huge amounts of heroin'. Take it like a man.' 'Yarr.'" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQa5B78xeeWNHUiypoDj92v7uYCtizV-Rz9_KbvM4OKdDG5rjmoie7khHGmuI-jf6nT7DgXx5WMxdMvEu19xNCwiHWh3xIMt75DtXBfPRtnodJCJoLbAr6zpxk_5tLeMrvS60aXrqA0ZQhZWPEdcX98awiNxAQ4aqdkdqDm21Ic9Q-vr1om1tlw/s16000/BedGrab01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-20140184321441097212008-04-03T07:54:00.002+13:002025-07-10T18:40:01.464+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPLrMs-8xL66t9bv19TVE84zSTwtdRtCXzHoU3dg8DtRT3dp-7-j8BPMCtox-Uj4MPb0JeriLseNXaYhJ76ASS1xpmZSPys8AX4tjC8waZOLU-ACS7_jWndSWzdigag8zfX7VGfNPxYvtJw6N-0ANcrx6LeGO1b-YBsUMXfucMsO_qNhMsjaWpQ/s1493/Burglar02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Yes, I can see you 'were here' -- you still are here! And your name's not Kilroy.'" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPLrMs-8xL66t9bv19TVE84zSTwtdRtCXzHoU3dg8DtRT3dp-7-j8BPMCtox-Uj4MPb0JeriLseNXaYhJ76ASS1xpmZSPys8AX4tjC8waZOLU-ACS7_jWndSWzdigag8zfX7VGfNPxYvtJw6N-0ANcrx6LeGO1b-YBsUMXfucMsO_qNhMsjaWpQ/s16000/Burglar02.png" /></a></div><br />Ask your parents. Wait -- let me see that calendar?<div><br /></div><div>Fuuuuuck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ask your <i>grand</i>parents.</div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-52316920956124897352008-04-01T07:41:00.001+13:002025-07-10T18:34:56.977+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzwdMiY-RZ4L-mKgOuFBDERibCix_cdkzd8Ec7lCXvfSLt4463nnTcNtMhfiApCLTXT789s22xRp2Fxa-mz04N6PGM2QIq2yu-NXcX1K6SIB643i3sCaUgQlJ0zvu79ZrwxfrnC_K-LTGsuINrrB-ZH170ZaurnGp1KwYEfn9_sT4DMw2NWb-gQ/s1080/GirlChoking01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Autoerotic asphyxiation, Camilla? You know that's how father died!' 'Fk ff -- 'lmost thrrr...'" border="0" height="auto" width="80%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzwdMiY-RZ4L-mKgOuFBDERibCix_cdkzd8Ec7lCXvfSLt4463nnTcNtMhfiApCLTXT789s22xRp2Fxa-mz04N6PGM2QIq2yu-NXcX1K6SIB643i3sCaUgQlJ0zvu79ZrwxfrnC_K-LTGsuINrrB-ZH170ZaurnGp1KwYEfn9_sT4DMw2NWb-gQ/s16000/GirlChoking01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-82566108748145614652008-03-27T07:43:00.001+13:002025-07-10T18:22:21.359+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZybZUdh9akwV4Q2FSBQJL-mgN1MivRVgqcnrwinwxE5gy6s9C6AMmkUa2JpRb47NCTdmPzweGAT6VK0-oNgpT5V0LGIGoqsqiN5aGYH03Rs6YaRs7ZdfH8LInY0B7xQ9GbtyQKqnv6ijwXaZLyzJSUsbaTsVDwA8FSKEQJZPTRmQdZ9d85IUcGQ/s1683/FaintingBoy01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Damn it all - the Master's accidentally suffocated one of his boy-whores again,' thought Jeeves the Macrocephalic Butler. 'If only I wasn't a mutant freak, I'd be able to find work at houses where this sort thing didn't happen every other week. *sigh* Better get the acid bath ready, I suppose.'" border="0" height="auto" width="80%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZybZUdh9akwV4Q2FSBQJL-mgN1MivRVgqcnrwinwxE5gy6s9C6AMmkUa2JpRb47NCTdmPzweGAT6VK0-oNgpT5V0LGIGoqsqiN5aGYH03Rs6YaRs7ZdfH8LInY0B7xQ9GbtyQKqnv6ijwXaZLyzJSUsbaTsVDwA8FSKEQJZPTRmQdZ9d85IUcGQ/s16000/FaintingBoy01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-64055459211144933782008-03-25T08:15:00.001+13:002025-07-10T18:15:56.204+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhza7Pv-oF9iyAcu8xJdLMDi3RbGbZSWuhKMLS7qGgcThp5pMNEf-ciEZSlDcf5w1bGsZ1n2PgzXY8-5MNgubcg8I-_kSFb0qFHrLqtsCe4KRz64KJnt8m-pQvljVOUJux66i4pRFwNVKd6Ln8sLcWhT3f8EhAdKbxm4N7oref3jVYDitwxZZoq-w/s1520/NurseBadge01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Right there, do you see? That's where your soul would be, if only you were Catholic.'" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhza7Pv-oF9iyAcu8xJdLMDi3RbGbZSWuhKMLS7qGgcThp5pMNEf-ciEZSlDcf5w1bGsZ1n2PgzXY8-5MNgubcg8I-_kSFb0qFHrLqtsCe4KRz64KJnt8m-pQvljVOUJux66i4pRFwNVKd6Ln8sLcWhT3f8EhAdKbxm4N7oref3jVYDitwxZZoq-w/s16000/NurseBadge01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-71222229147141742212008-03-20T08:08:00.002+13:002025-07-10T18:11:54.171+12:00Today, it should be noted, corresponds directly with Monkey Fluids' second birthday. Let's celebrate with a splash of colour:<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6qeKoQXqQ0-ROSDC0E96YCZ1pQl4Yw62rzX2eFX35lap7I17c4Ev4tBitpoInsetEZCWxNnag1tSsDEVrwa7DpnigMngHJDLTjfef9RUc4nwAnCA4t9JqWeuFL6CCHxXD2L3kk4tR9Kr4NnhVIU5Se_AiLm10CQ06Uc3dav4zy8aw_UxKaGfHQ/s2230/DogClothes01.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Holly's gnawed bones were found in the woods three weeks later. No-one was much surprised." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6qeKoQXqQ0-ROSDC0E96YCZ1pQl4Yw62rzX2eFX35lap7I17c4Ev4tBitpoInsetEZCWxNnag1tSsDEVrwa7DpnigMngHJDLTjfef9RUc4nwAnCA4t9JqWeuFL6CCHxXD2L3kk4tR9Kr4NnhVIU5Se_AiLm10CQ06Uc3dav4zy8aw_UxKaGfHQ/s16000/DogClothes01.png" width="80%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-39672755312717448732008-03-18T08:18:00.003+13:002025-07-10T18:07:14.678+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEdXP6SiTnwXsNFQl0di_fd1uikuik4XD7ey98annvyX0_LW6k1K4fJbg-VNT-tuSVkW9_ZKRAI42fFnQKpR7IG0soBId05I1MaLZ_lFVWWwOf_-rlpGtmQqZcuE6mUaN_7SZRUYSiX0cuPusC_uUGB-wIxGbFCPUrORbdgqYZNicI8JqMTYzww/s1080/CatToys01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Training the cat to think it was Godzilla was a laugh at first, but it all turned to tears when father's Japanese business partners came for dinner..." border="0" height="auto" width="80%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEdXP6SiTnwXsNFQl0di_fd1uikuik4XD7ey98annvyX0_LW6k1K4fJbg-VNT-tuSVkW9_ZKRAI42fFnQKpR7IG0soBId05I1MaLZ_lFVWWwOf_-rlpGtmQqZcuE6mUaN_7SZRUYSiX0cuPusC_uUGB-wIxGbFCPUrORbdgqYZNicI8JqMTYzww/s16000/CatToys01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-82999295397892833662008-03-13T07:53:00.000+13:002025-07-10T18:03:17.458+12:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE7eWztsWnrLg1yEKBuacGiEosPyTzeVZekeoYKY3GPEPe3p4QhrWr0eoH12cqKpKE02tfK-6MhbpNMASJMnJuSKMxY9smXmRjPi7GQApD_B8Mg7z86rQE8W4RQWAaumCJQyDq-d5So6B2ToQMD-joKmfgOzqijwno4djQChEjr2VE2iF1m3U5g/s1237/GirlLap01.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="'3, 2, 1 -- peekab-what the FUCK?'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE7eWztsWnrLg1yEKBuacGiEosPyTzeVZekeoYKY3GPEPe3p4QhrWr0eoH12cqKpKE02tfK-6MhbpNMASJMnJuSKMxY9smXmRjPi7GQApD_B8Mg7z86rQE8W4RQWAaumCJQyDq-d5So6B2ToQMD-joKmfgOzqijwno4djQChEjr2VE2iF1m3U5g/s16000/GirlLap01.png" width="90%" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-23318571364781622682008-03-11T07:47:00.004+13:002025-07-10T18:02:54.359+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2RRJuZeRDUC_qG3wigXltuHhf4uoGWb28WVNhbqCQBWtcdDcZ07vPwT7GnfjR602uygp0TrdYxlMgsU7ZxSJAXZlSTgsrskeg_bknRxRRWNsEZkcPLbupBj7oH88KsZrkxmhOMtdut6Fqh0iNG26Qu0oYiwKowxe_TF-n2oi1e63Rt9EQteFWA/s1721/CrashedCar01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Crapbucket, the crappiest Autobot, was always getting stuck halfway through his transformation. 'A little help, guys? Please? Look, if one of you can just bend my headlight round a bit more, I think I can get my arm out... Guys?'" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2RRJuZeRDUC_qG3wigXltuHhf4uoGWb28WVNhbqCQBWtcdDcZ07vPwT7GnfjR602uygp0TrdYxlMgsU7ZxSJAXZlSTgsrskeg_bknRxRRWNsEZkcPLbupBj7oH88KsZrkxmhOMtdut6Fqh0iNG26Qu0oYiwKowxe_TF-n2oi1e63Rt9EQteFWA/s16000/CrashedCar01.png" /></a></div><br />I've been thinking that perhaps I should apologise for one of my recent comics, so here goes:<br /><br /><i>Parasol Stars</i> was a great game; it's just the more recent attempts to revive the <i>Bubble Bobble</i>/<i>Rainbow Islands</i> franchise that have sucked. Sorry, <i>Parasol Stars</i>.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-8365208377503427222008-03-06T07:53:00.001+13:002025-09-23T21:31:25.248+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2afqvcKAodPvaeF2NFzQ0l9Kt1VRhD_DibWn_xImCIpXtx6Nz9CROJdzjewlvpnHYxBhRgkh2lS4nqBWTVj4_gY-4Y5XI8FaWJUwAeFrFFP0TNdrE5_ZyIn2hoAp7ZOqROcZbA4LS9sYfh-B-t6XlYxHA9V7h3jECd-jxw5Aa_-e-6fB8jH8tw/s2003/Swimming01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Bertie wasn't sure if he'd ended up in Paedophile Heaven or Disobedient Child Hell, but either way that rectum cancer was starting to look more like a blessing now..." border="0" height="auto" width="90%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2afqvcKAodPvaeF2NFzQ0l9Kt1VRhD_DibWn_xImCIpXtx6Nz9CROJdzjewlvpnHYxBhRgkh2lS4nqBWTVj4_gY-4Y5XI8FaWJUwAeFrFFP0TNdrE5_ZyIn2hoAp7ZOqROcZbA4LS9sYfh-B-t6XlYxHA9V7h3jECd-jxw5Aa_-e-6fB8jH8tw/s16000/Swimming01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com8