IT GETS WORSE

In more ways than one.

KISS KISS BANG BANG

Yer, so I need to work on my gun flashes. A bit of Rumiko Takahashi type eye, but not enough to look good.

BEACHES

In a recent post, an anonymous commented that I was a "panty waist". I think what she\he was hinting at was that I had gone soft. I must admit to the sporadic bout of poetic prose, but I just can't help my romantic nature. However, to remedy this situation, and to regain the respect of a stranger I don't know nor care about, I decided to get back to grass roots. More guns. More women. More bikini action. Too bad I bastardised my original idea so much. 

COLOUR ME BAD

Dracula himself is not immune to the occasional fashion faux-pas.

FRANKIE GOES TO HONG KONG

Frank's monster could only live in extremes. Created with the brain of a John Woo character, he takes no prisoners.

WINDS BLOW TO THE EAST

Love looks to the west.

MY BISCUITS ARE BURNING

When I was a child I couldn't quite catch on to Yosemite Sam, like some of the other characters. Not sure why, but maybe he seemed too one dimensional. He always came in blasting his guns, being loud and blustered for no reason. Rah rah rah. Hmpf. What a weirdo.

THE INTERVIEW

To compensate for her lack of experience in the corporate banking sector, Janet knew she had to make an impact at her interview.