Nobody escapes from the Assignment Cave.
I’m currently paranoid about dust coming in through my window.
I don’t even know why I drew this. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m going back to uni next week.
If A Current Affair is really “The Voice of Australia”, I want to move to a different country.
Here’s to another year of futile squabbling, immature heckling and avoiding the big issues.
Facebook stalking is fun.
I have the weirdest daydreams.
My contribution to Queensland Rail’s “Train Etiquette” campaign.
So recently (on Friday the 13th no less) I sliced my knuckle open while doing the dishes. Losing blood, I did what any levelheaded person would do and consulted the Internet as to how to address the rapidly deteriorating situation. Dr. Google’s prognosis? My hand would likely require amputation within the hour.
On a related note, I drew this with a heavily bandaged right index finger. In your face, professional medical advice!
My neighbour and I dedicate about 20 hours a week to doing this.
Those ads, man. Those goddamn ads.
As a proud employee of a discount variety store, I’ve seen my share of officially licensed merchandise. That said, I’ve yet to see anything surpass these SpongeBob Schwammkopf colouring books in quality.
LIVING IT UP IN THE SUNSHINE STATE.
My brother says he’s been hearing scratching noises coming from the wall next to his bed. I think it’s rats or possums. He’s convinced it’s Alan Rickman.
My brother is a bit odd.
The stupid! It won’t come off!
