Thursday, 18 September 2008

Just like a guy whose feet are too big for his bed




Anonymous said...

is that rope in mr p's hands? or is it a strand of svaonweb?

(svoanweb is my word veri word. i know, i know, stop trying to be clever)

Anonymous said...

OOOOH he's sitting. wow am i dim

Alina Chau said...


Debra Kay said...

Beer tastes much better than amniotic fluid.

Debra Kay said...

I may be jealous of this house thing-it's keeping you away from us. What's next P-a DOG?

Actually, if it weren't a lot of hassle with shots and quarrantine, I'd love to give you a dog (of your choosing). I always wanted someone to give me a dog (of my choosing) but what I end up with is dogs no one else wants. Not quite the same thing, but it works out well for the dogs and me both I suppose.

I wonder what kind of dog you would choose?

Prozac said...

A shih tzu.

I would love to say Debs that running around shopping for curtains is the reason for not posting at the moment, but unfortunately, one of the unpleasant side-effects of being a depressive is that I sometimes am too fucking downnnnnnnnnnnnnn to pick up a pen and draw something downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Maybe I should hire a reliably chirpy 'normal' to render my grim ideas into a cartoon format.

Am upping my dosage.

Hopefully will result in a few line drawings in the next few days....

Debra Kay said...

Ah, we have a shih tzu puppy across the street who has pretty much charmed the entire neighborhood at this point. Good choice!

As for the down part-I can relate, totally.