Sunday, October 24, 2010
If anything, I'd say the moon is the most ghetto place ever, since there's not even air there.
This blue duck is the character I've named this entire blog after. He's a suicidal duck. In early comics, he would end every single comic by snapping his own neck. That got a bit tedious and really, where can you go with that punchline? Now he hangs around the ghetto collecting unemployment. His friend is named Punkwolf, a character i met on the furaffinity website (www.furaffinity.net/user/punkwolf)
My comics get better, I promise. This is from over a year ago.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
I'm not going to post any non-colored comics here. Because, well, they suck ass.
Friday, October 22, 2010
The grey character is supposed to be me as a cartoon animal. He's a squirrel named Scurrow. He may look a bit like a wolf. Well, that's because he's been taking wolf hormones. See, Scurrow feels he is a wolf on the inside. blah blah blah.
If perhaps you don't understand the reference here, the entire comic is a nod to these swiffer commercials, in which new-mop-struck woman throw their helpless previous mops to the curb after years of dedicated cleaning in order to make room for their newflangled jizz spraying pile of shit. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFbeP6YqHzg Isn't it just great when you spend your life getting your faced smooshed against the filthy floor without complaining, only to be tossed out at a whim? Yes, life is awesome.
I tend to personify everything, and if i were in that commercial, I would take my old mop back in a second, no questions ask, and probably start crying. Then i would make sure it lived out the rest of its life in comfort. (which would be forever since plastic never breaks down)
I wrote more of the lyrics than the commercial actually gives you. It's because I wanted to prove i know the song and have it on vinyl. (not)
Friday, October 8, 2010
Hi, my name is VEtup4u8t478t7, eh it doesn't matter. I draw comics called Snap Neck Duck about a suicidal Duck. His friends call him Snappy for short, even though it's only a one syllable difference. I started this comic in college before I could draw. It looked like shit and everyone hated it. I was angry and nervous as hell in college, but i figured things would get better after college when I got out into the world and got a job and an apartment. I was completely wrong, now I'm angrier and more nervous than ever, working at a job I hate and living in the hood.
So here are my comics.
So here are my comics.