It's probably just Jay, but on the off chance that it isn't, Medic!

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns,
Which is a little redundant I think.
In your head, in your head, they are cryyyyyyying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, Jay,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head?
Turns out it's mostly worms.

Xenomorphs just keep poppin' up everywhere!

A better question is: How do you facehug a beak???

How do you facehug a snout?

Media is often times evil. Yes it is, and damn ain't that just the coolest TV ever? Come ooooon, admit it, you want one and you know it. :P

This looks alot like my 69 Buick Special Deluxe 'cept this ones cleaner and less rusty.

"It's got positraction, a 350 V8, cost 132 bucks and you ask why I love it?"

Come on, what CAN'T you run into with a car like mine?

Poor Gel pen. It weeps. It's been through alot lately, this picture and that druggie gryphon. If I ever see this on someones shirt besides mine I'm going to tear it from their body and do the heebie heebie ferret dance of doom on their elbows till they wail for mercy.

Oooo, drugs is bad. Yup. Nice one out of sketchbook. Drawn because creative writing ruined my cheery mood that day (You know...."Creative writing" should be more than the daily Teenage Angst Hour "Oh my life is so horible, the pain, the pain, slings and arrows why must I be persicuted so for my diferences!?" Get over it and draw some butterflys or somethin')