Allo, peeps. What should I draw the'day?
JollyJack - a stench from the past,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:20,
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Mushroom Festival in Hellwith tits
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hekim 66 ษสฦ๐ สษnโฒ uooW,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:23,
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The Importance Of Being Ermine.
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:25,
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Prof. Brian Cox leaning out of a spaceship to piss on Saturn's rings.While Sir Patrick Moore watches from earth through his telescope, masturbating furiously.
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BrassMonkey PRUNES ARE PLUMS! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:30,
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I don't think the old boy can manage a fury wank these days.
Mu Dinofiddler,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:35,
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Perhaps he could manage a furry wank thoughwith the help of a squirrel with tits.
( BrassMonkey PRUNES ARE PLUMS! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:39,
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It's amazing how often someone is watching and wanking
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:33,
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Round here it's not, as you well know.
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BrassMonkey PRUNES ARE PLUMS! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 17:03,
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Attention to your ability to sketch great cartoon characters......and to the fact that you have lost the ability to inspire yourself? Plus the fact that your question will shortly be followed by Dave, who insists on being called Moggy, the Japanese girl?
No offense JJ ;)
(No offense JJ ;)
Q4nobody,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:31,
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Adam Jensen using his sword arms to fuck up a hotdog seller.
(|D[ekionplexis B3ta.com: fictional child porn is OK,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:31,
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HahahI'm looking for Arie Van Bruggen
Ed: ho ho, Megan Reed is voiced by his real wife
youtu.be/flszuT3ROdo
(Ed: ho ho, Megan Reed is voiced by his real wife
youtu.be/flszuT3ROdo
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Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:17,
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Constipated cactusesdiscussing the art of topiary in the Iowa Caucusses
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Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:32,
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Seven small spiders sitting sideways on slightly smelly skunks.
NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:32,
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The Good, the Bad and the Uglifruit. NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:33,
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Thor, hanging out in just this Thunderpants.With a sexy Valkyrie, with tits.
( Mu Dinofiddler,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:33,
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Burlesque keeps coming up in conversation on /links...So draw one of Theo Jansen's Strandbeest in a Burlesque setting
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Extinct Jesus Dossier "...I think it counteracts Hitler's magic...",
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:34,
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frank carson growing potatoes from his elbow
Ham o' Shatner -.-- --- ..- .-. / .- .-.. .-.. / --. .- -.--,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:39,
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Abigail has been to Pascal's mid-terrace house on two occasions already.The second time he had left the back door unlocked and she slipped inside. On his laptop she discovered evidence of the webcam from an order receipt in his emails, as well as a short sequence copied to the hard drive of a woman struggling to open a locker. Knowing where he worked, it wasn't hard to work out where the webcam was.
Pascal does not know who she is, she is fairly certain, although there was a close call during the interview. Her baseball cap was hanging on her office door throughout the meeting she contrived on the basis of a minor discrepancy with his tax status. She suspects her line manager, Keith, knows something is amiss, but has nothing concrete that would land Abigail in trouble.
She watches through a gap in the curtains as Pascal pleasures himself at his desk. He is watching the footage. She is simultaneously repulsed and aroused by this new revelation; at home she has asked her boyfriend to wear the mask during sex, so far he has refused. The mask is in her pocket, right now. She grips it tightly through the lining of her coat.
Pascal has finished and closes the laptop, getting up from the desk. With a start, she ducks back against the wall, heart suddenly thumping hard in her chest. She hears his heavy footfalls upstairs and then shortly afterwards the shower can be heard. Abigail slips away down the yard, pausing to scrawl a crude image on the back yard gate. Pascal is singing something in French, the sound abstracted by bathroom echoes. Then she steps as casually as she can manage into the alley and walks back to the main road where her car is parked.
It is a pool car from the office, booked out against a mundane errand she has already accomplished. The interior smells alien, the surfaces stained with the patina of other hands. Once she drove to head office in this car wearing no underwear, skirt hitched, the feel of the coarse artificial fabric against her bottom an illicit, private thrill. Not today; she is dressed in slacks and a blue top beneath a coat that is too warm for the weather, within which she can carry the mask undetected.
An hour later she walks into the office to find manager Keith waiting for her with a carefully neutral speech about good work practice. The main office is empty apart from Keith and Ray, who is over in the corner studiously playing Spider Solitaire and making desk monsters out of bulldog clips.
She heads for her own office and removes her coat, hanging it on the door, checking the mask remains concealed. Keith has followed her in, still going on about best practice and team briefings and following codes of conduct. She is just about to politely tell him to fuck off when he stops and sits down.
"Carol left me this morning." he says quietly.
They sit looking at each other in silence. After a moment, she gets up and closes the window blinds, then goes to the office door. She can see Ray in the far corner watching a wildlife documentary about mountain lions. He has earphones in. She closes her office door and locks it. She slips off her top revealing an elaborate cream silk bra with black lace trim her boyfriend bought her last valentines day. Then she reaches into the coat hanging on the back of the door.
"Abigail?" says Keith, his big face a mixture of shock, arousal and confusion. He starts to get up but she stops him.
"Shhhhh."she holds out the gorilla mask.
"Put this on."
(Pascal does not know who she is, she is fairly certain, although there was a close call during the interview. Her baseball cap was hanging on her office door throughout the meeting she contrived on the basis of a minor discrepancy with his tax status. She suspects her line manager, Keith, knows something is amiss, but has nothing concrete that would land Abigail in trouble.
She watches through a gap in the curtains as Pascal pleasures himself at his desk. He is watching the footage. She is simultaneously repulsed and aroused by this new revelation; at home she has asked her boyfriend to wear the mask during sex, so far he has refused. The mask is in her pocket, right now. She grips it tightly through the lining of her coat.
Pascal has finished and closes the laptop, getting up from the desk. With a start, she ducks back against the wall, heart suddenly thumping hard in her chest. She hears his heavy footfalls upstairs and then shortly afterwards the shower can be heard. Abigail slips away down the yard, pausing to scrawl a crude image on the back yard gate. Pascal is singing something in French, the sound abstracted by bathroom echoes. Then she steps as casually as she can manage into the alley and walks back to the main road where her car is parked.
It is a pool car from the office, booked out against a mundane errand she has already accomplished. The interior smells alien, the surfaces stained with the patina of other hands. Once she drove to head office in this car wearing no underwear, skirt hitched, the feel of the coarse artificial fabric against her bottom an illicit, private thrill. Not today; she is dressed in slacks and a blue top beneath a coat that is too warm for the weather, within which she can carry the mask undetected.
An hour later she walks into the office to find manager Keith waiting for her with a carefully neutral speech about good work practice. The main office is empty apart from Keith and Ray, who is over in the corner studiously playing Spider Solitaire and making desk monsters out of bulldog clips.
She heads for her own office and removes her coat, hanging it on the door, checking the mask remains concealed. Keith has followed her in, still going on about best practice and team briefings and following codes of conduct. She is just about to politely tell him to fuck off when he stops and sits down.
"Carol left me this morning." he says quietly.
They sit looking at each other in silence. After a moment, she gets up and closes the window blinds, then goes to the office door. She can see Ray in the far corner watching a wildlife documentary about mountain lions. He has earphones in. She closes her office door and locks it. She slips off her top revealing an elaborate cream silk bra with black lace trim her boyfriend bought her last valentines day. Then she reaches into the coat hanging on the back of the door.
"Abigail?" says Keith, his big face a mixture of shock, arousal and confusion. He starts to get up but she stops him.
"Shhhhh."she holds out the gorilla mask.
"Put this on."
Smallbrainfield,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:41,
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Increasingly complexI can't help reading it in the voice of a narrator in a film noir
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:43,
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SUPER SEBEN SPLICE SEBEN: 77 FINGAFUCK
(|D[ekionplexis B3ta.com: fictional child porn is OK,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:55,
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The death of punctuation
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Draconacticus Reject shampoo. Demand real poo!,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:42,
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Alternatively...While watching her tivo'd footage of the Leveson enquiry, Anne Diamond gets such a sudden wide-on that her bhs underwear is almost sucked up her cunt. She needs something inside her and quick but has been on the Atkins Diet for almost 20 years and therefore has no courgettes. She decides to shit into a vat of liquid nitrogen, which she bought for her veruccas. To her delight, her meaty diet has ensured that her turd is a girthy beast, around 8 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. It immediately solidifies on contact with the nitrogen, and she uses the tongs to feed the massive shite right up inside her dripping clunge. However, before she can fuck herself with it, it freezes itself to her cervix. She must wait until the shit thaws before beginning the laborious process of removing it with cotton buds, a wooden spoon and a tootbrush.
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drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:00,
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My word!I laughed at courgettes
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:44,
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I think I have this somewhere on VHS
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 18:28,
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UhhA naked nun, Teddy Bear, and Hitler, battling for supremacy in hell.
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Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:55,
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two victorian-style ladies fighting about the last teabag
inexpressible started a joke on,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 15:58,
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draw attention to yourself from the /board....or.......just draw something and post it like everybody else
( Elvis impersonator,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:07,
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The mermaid from Nick-Nack with the starfish topwho's just read in a book where a starfish's mouth is...
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joefish It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:17,
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You should draw MilkyWay :D
Death is the Eternal I have not my ally,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:29,
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This time it's Ailsa Stewart out of Home and Away who is utterly hammered in Lassiter's barShe's had 18 shots of Glayva and has also been out the back puffing on some skunk - by which I mean sucking the cock of a small black and white mammal with notoriously smelly anal glands. She's smuggled the skunk back into the bar and the two of them are doing some hefty lines of coke in the toilets when Alf bursts in. He immediately spots Ailsa's particular shade of lipstick on the skunks ridiculously oversized, rockhard cock and flies into a rage, tearing his clothes off and slashing at skunk and wife with his machete screaming "GALAH! GALAH! GALAH!"
Finally, he is out of breath and looks down at the blood-soaked and shredded corpses and becomes aroused. It is the skunk's wounds he chooses to fuck.
(Finally, he is out of breath and looks down at the blood-soaked and shredded corpses and becomes aroused. It is the skunk's wounds he chooses to fuck.
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:33,
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That is it, I cannot take it any more.Welcome to the number 2 slot on my ignore list, you tedious prick.
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LordManley twitter.com/LordManley,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 16:49,
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I won't make any suggestion now at allbecause it's late and you already drew it.
with tits.
(with tits.
discomeats This canoe,
Tue 6 Mar 2012, 17:17,
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