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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Bat.. ah, the hell with it
In the spirit of Team 2's daily dissection of the show on Post-Its.
An old roommate combines one tasty property with another equally tasteless property - and I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which:
An old roommate combines one tasty property with another equally tasteless property - and I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which:
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
From the archives of the inter-office communicator
....Alright, it's been a grand total of several seconds since the last post, and Nate's still quite literally slow on the draw in dropping anything here. So to help fill up the time in the interim, some of Nate's amazing renditions of Batman drawn during office hours - and on a Marvel production, just to top it off with some delicious irony:
Buttgirl
And I've probably doomed this site to p0rn spambot invasions with the above title. But, creativity must not be hampered by externalities. Especially when the subject matter is buttocks:
Batman discovers early on that Batgirl is hard of hearing. Which is ok; he's not only cool with disabilities and wardrobe malfunctions, but can invent all kinds of cool shit to cope with these sorts of situations.
...That's Nate's cue to draw something horribly inappropriate for the next post.
...That's Nate's cue to draw something horribly inappropriate for the next post.
Bruce McWayne & O'Robin
And now Chris ruins my life by introducing me to the joys of blogging my horrible drawings.
Just so that the tens of viewers here won't be confused, those aren't potatoes that are dropping into the pot, they're coins. Or shillings, or whatever the hell denomination leprechauns horde.
And the squiggly seismic chart lines on the bottom are indeed grass. The sun's especially happy to see the dynamic duo saving their hard-won earnings for a rainy day.
Just so that the tens of viewers here won't be confused, those aren't potatoes that are dropping into the pot, they're coins. Or shillings, or whatever the hell denomination leprechauns horde.
And the squiggly seismic chart lines on the bottom are indeed grass. The sun's especially happy to see the dynamic duo saving their hard-won earnings for a rainy day.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Bat Love
Because you knew this was going to go terribly, terribly wrong at some point. And in Microsoft Paint, no less:
I don't know what I like more: That Batman's got a 6'o clock shadow, or the fact that I've completely ruined any chance of ever having work on a DC production.
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