
Happy Day-where-you-dress-up-as-something-fun-or-spooky-and-
ask-for-candy-from-strangers!
The Doodle-sketch-comic-closeup-photo-rambling-artsy-fartsy blog of Jeff Ross.

I noticed the plant in it. To me, it looked like a corn plant.
So I did a Google search for "corn plant," and found this image. It matched the slice perfectly! It was the same exact image! What are the chances? 4,823,672,110 to 1, I think.
What better way to display a corn plant than to stick it on a kid wearing a strainer. Ahh, perfect.
And here we have the final piece. A thing o' beauty. Well, any image that has a space chimp, strainer plumes and a cat has to be special.
This is one of hundreds of acorns that adorn my left arm. Every three to four years, I get quite a strong crop of these little fellas, and become very popular with squirrels, bluejays, weevils, and a guy named Larry that lives down the street.
Once the acorns have been sorted and put into their proper house, the shelling parties begin. These lively festivals can sometimes carry on for weeks, depending on how long the cotton candy vendors stick around. Once the outer shell is removed, the soft inner nut is used for various purposes, including food, flotation devices, and nose plugs.
I, at first, just drew this happy, smiling star. But I thought it needed something else. And what better way to make any picture better than to add firearms. Besides, it's a "shooting star!" (Okay, so you saw that one a mile away...)
At least his teeth are clean. And he has pointy ears. That's gotta count for something.
Hey, guy! The star! Look at the first drawing! The star has it. He's got your gun! Hey,...you! Look up!... Up there!... At the top of the screen! The star has your gun! He's got it up there! Up...there! Hello?! Are you... HEY! LOOK UP!! THE STAR...oh, never mind.
Some people might say that rock climbing is a pretty dangerous sport. Pffff!! Whatever! You know what I think? I think rock climbing over shark infested waters is a dangerous sport. And I do it all the time.
I have to apologize to all you hairy-legged P.D.o.G.U. fans out there, as well as all the P.D.o.G.U. fans that are giant headed worms that enjoy staring at hairy legs, or the P.D.o.G.U. walking, talking scissors fans that enjoy snipping hairy legs. I don't mean to be stereotypical with this one.

From the makers of Hit and Run and Slap and Tickle comes the all new sports drink, Strike and Burn! Twist the Sport-o-matic (TM) lid to the Strike side, and enjoy the cool refreshing taste of 100% pure liquid caffeine as you start your workout! Switch to the Burn side to ease into a steady activity, and so your heart doesn't explode from the initial shock.
While I experience a heightened sense of super natural powers while I am ill, I also seem to have to ability to draw guys with gigantic teeth quite easily. Unfortunately, I'm feeling better now, and I no longer can punch through brick walls and draw denturific people.
Here's yet another example of what could have been an amazing picture of a potato disco-dancing his heart out. (If those guys would have just talked a little bit longer about that display project.)
Squashy kid face. Squashy kid face. Why do you look so glum?
Who can't love a comic that goes "Doink, doink,...WHAM!" This, by the way, is a political statement regarding orphaned albino pygmy monkeys that are being forced to into slavery where they make basketball sweatbands all day long, and only get half a cucumber for it.
Remember kids, hot chocolate and coffee fights in the workplace are prohibited. Place go to the designated areas marked with this drawing to resume your tom foolery. That is all.
