Grand Ol' Photoshop Challenge
Let's go, monkeybunch. Get yer paint-tools off the casket and into the racket cause brother ain't whistling no longer down hootenany. Jiffy-miggers tain'd got nuthin on whillickerpool way o'er yonder, so quit thee spellacking and fiddle me knickers.
Photoshop a message into the signs, boys and girls (neutered pets excluded from competing in certain states).
Edited by: The Ray at: 7/16/02 11:46:46 pm
Uh, I'm the one responsible for that. Sorry.
I was hoping it would jumpstart amusing sidebar discussion concerning a "Walker, Texas Ranger" government cloning program.
But, as always, the monkeybunch lets me down. Think my thoughts, stupids!
more filth this way lies...
Oh, and I particularly like the goon on our far left with the miscellaneous genitals/nipples all over his torso. Daisy, you fantastic perv, you.
Cycle O' 'Splainin Stuff is beaten by Square Of Dictatorship
If everybody wins, there aren't any losers. And where's the fun in that?
Lindsey's turn to pick and choose, and Toby has to stay in the root cellar and count his toenails all night long. The rest of us losers get to mock his obvious pedicure and correct his math when it gets too spotty. In a way, I guess, everybody does win.
Except for Toby. There's a fairytale moral in there someplace, underneath my own rampant fetishism for hard keratin.
One 'm'! One 'm'! Comunists! Weren't you at the meeting?
I'm going to name my three children after that quote, Toby. Congratulations, you've just been made defacto godfather to Lil' Hope, Missus Dream, and the newly born Constance Urinate.
always forward, never back
kay, "monkeybunch", here's the next banana to peel. hey, notice how we say peel, but we really mean unpeel? amaaaaazing...
here's the scoop. your assignment (heh.. ass) is to do the opposite of what i did: dress em up. put heads and limbs on em. draw backgrounds. speech bubbles. the possibilities are endless!
[Postnote : Okay, okay. I'll work up a real photoshop image sometime later, right after I kick the crap out of Jimminy Cricket for forcing me to stop being lazy. Always let your conscience be your guide, my ass.]Edited by: The Ray at: 8/20/02 2:14:20 pm