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Welcome to my profile. Come freely, go safely and leave something of the happiness you bring.


Want to contact me?
rossbutter AT gmail DOT com

Recent front page messages:


(Tue 1st May 2018, 15:02, More)

Season's Wheezings!

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(A collaboration between Louis Hudson and myself.)
(Tue 16th Dec 2014, 10:24, More)

bee's knees


(Mon 14th Jul 2014, 23:04, More)

open your mind

more animations

(Tue 20th May 2014, 17:04, More)

The Queen's Anus Horribilis


(Mon 4th Mar 2013, 2:18, More)

Terry Christmas!


(Thu 6th Dec 2012, 23:38, More)

Mass-produced crap!

(Rolling out this one from last year! :D )
(Thu 6th Dec 2012, 15:57, More)


my stuff

(Tue 29th May 2012, 23:23, More)

Elastic Pants

It would be better with sound, wouldn't it?

(Thu 29th Sep 2011, 10:56, More)


EDIT: Now FP friendly :D
(Sun 4th Sep 2011, 0:33, More)

If you want a picture of the future,
imagine a boot stamping on a human face ? forever.


(Thu 11th Aug 2011, 6:33, More)


Youtubey with musics

(Fri 22nd Apr 2011, 10:09, More)

Which came first?


(Mon 2nd Aug 2010, 16:02, More)

domination via accordian

My stuff

(Tue 20th Jul 2010, 19:40, More)

A dangerously radioactive paedophile on the loose???

More of this depravity.

(Fri 27th Feb 2009, 19:12, More)

(Sun 15th Feb 2009, 12:26, More)


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(Thu 8th May 2008, 20:31, More)



(Sat 23rd Feb 2008, 10:05, More)

How else do you think he gets contestants?

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(Sun 17th Feb 2008, 15:56, More)

Funny how time flies...


Forgive the inaccuracies. It was done with a lamp and a glass panel to save buying a lightbox and proper animation paper.
(Wed 13th Feb 2008, 17:14, More)

Bouncy Bouncy


(Thu 7th Feb 2008, 21:58, More)

Buy a proper tree!!!

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(Mon 18th Dec 2006, 17:40, More)

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With thanks to Mr MacTarpaulinsmythe for the idea which I butchered.
(Sat 25th Nov 2006, 23:23, More)

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(Sun 27th Aug 2006, 17:45, More)

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(Sat 26th Aug 2006, 12:30, More)

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(Wed 2nd Aug 2006, 22:01, More)

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(Thu 27th Jul 2006, 22:59, More)

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(Mon 17th Jul 2006, 17:42, More)

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(Sun 4th Jun 2006, 20:45, More)

Click for my brand spanking new site

(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 20:24, More)

(Sat 6th May 2006, 10:19, More)

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(Wed 19th Apr 2006, 22:24, More)

Bye Bye Beckhams.
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(Mon 10th Apr 2006, 20:17, More)

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(Wed 8th Mar 2006, 20:50, More)

Cue themetune!

(Wed 8th Feb 2006, 18:42, More)

Quick and dirty.

(Mon 23rd Jan 2006, 22:20, More)

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(Sun 22nd Jan 2006, 14:29, More)

Was better in my head...

(Sat 21st Jan 2006, 20:06, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Things to do before you die

i want to set fire to a bear - just to see what it sounds like
i want to shave a mohawk into my grandmother

i want to ride a bicycle made of pork through the streets of rome

i want to grow a handlebar moustache and dangle maraccas from it

i want to shoot heroin underwater

i want a brain in a jar i can read Dan Brown novels to.

i want an extensive collection of rare udders

i want to lubricate a church with marmite
(Thu 14th Oct 2010, 17:32, More)

» My first experience of porn

Aged 7
Me and my younger brother looking for a misplaced Toy Story video, finally thought to go up to my parents bedroom.

Lo and behold, there was a video in the tape player. Is it Toy Story? Dunno. We pressed eject. No label. Oh right. Put it back in... press play.

It wasn't Toy Story.

The image is forever engraved in my mind.

To make it worse. What did we do first?

(Thu 25th Jan 2007, 16:40, More)

» Encounters with Royalty

I once bought the Queen off eBay.
I bid £20.31 at the last minute and arranged for me to pick her up from the owners house.
So I drove down to london to a pokey east-end flat. I found the guy's door and knocked. He asked me through the letterbox who I was. I replied that I was Ross and had recently purchased the Queen.
The chap then unbolted the door. and lead me inside. He took the Queen out of the cupboard and handed her over, assuring me that she was now my property and he had no legal responsibility over her.

So I took her home and things went OK for a while. We would have tea and biscuits every afternoon and I would occasionally take the bag off her head so she could make pretend speeches. Oh the fun we had.
I used to take her on long walks in the countryside and we'd have a great time. She would tire often but I would always stop and wait for her to catch her breath again.

Then one day I thought it was safe to let her off her leash. She instantly made a break for it. I tried to catch her but tripped over a rock.

I never saw her again.

Disclaimer: Event may truly be based upon fiction.
(Fri 4th Aug 2006, 20:03, More)

» Churches, temples and holy places

"Does God Exist?
◘ Yes
◘ No
◘ Maybe"

...read a huge banner outside our nearest community church. I walked past it a few times, the large, empty tick boxes almost beckoning me.

So, a couple of days after the sign appeared, on the way back from a heavy drinking session in town, me and my intoxicated accomplices got hold of some black paint, stole a ladder from a building site and scaled the church wall at 4am - only witnessed by a few blurry-eyed drunks wandering past - and left a giant black tick in the "No" box.

Everything went to plan. Took about a week before they painted over it again.
(Thu 1st Sep 2011, 17:15, More)

» Blood

On a camping trip I can now barely remember...
I woke in the night with my hand in something cold and sticky on the floor of the tent. On closer inspection it was blood. Then I noticed my sister was missing. My brother was still there, but my sister had disappeared and been replaced by a puddle of blood. I went to tell my parents. They too had vanished.

I woke up my brother and, being little boys, together we silently panicked, incase a psycho was listening in nearby.

Then out of nowhere a car pulled up. The headlights beamed onto the tent. This was it. Whoever had taken the rest of our family had come back for us.

The lights went out. We could hear the footsteps approaching the tent. We were on the verge of screaming... but were too considerate for other campers.

Turned out it was just my mum. My sister had suddenly had a really bad nosebleed overnight and they'd rushed her to hospital, thinking we'd sleep right through.
(Fri 8th Aug 2008, 10:49, More)
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