“Frankly I find smoking a Sherman a very pleasant addiction that we acquired via human beings…male, female…whatever gender… in the future you all will be self-producing androgynous beings like us… we have no perky nipples …only staring eyes…”
An assumption by Hudley via the character / aliens imagined by someone else… ~ Tralfamadorians.

Rendering of the Tralfamadorians / 1969 novel Slaughterhouse-FiveKurt Vonnegut by Hudley Flipside
I am still lost in the debate over why men have nipples… it seems to me we need to put down our margaritas, martinis, coca-cola, multivitamin shakes, macrobiotic drinks or simple water…put down our cigarettes, marijuana, multi colored Nat Shermans, cigars and bubblegum; take each other’s hand and dance the tango…but please don’t ask me to give a testimony in court because I have no testicles to make such a swear.
I will take an androgynous vulvamony… anyway… I am still lost in the debate of why men have perky nipples!!
While the Fuck family was sitting around the table wondering if they would be doing easter eggs this year, and wondering who would be the bunny to hand out the candy, a comic good friday flashback came to Mr. Shit’s mind. He has punkarama dementia and is not on the up and up.
“I think JESUS followed in his mama’s footsteps!!”
“Oh really, ” said Mr Pee Wee Gutter?
“Maybe so,” said Mr. Crap !!
“He may have a fucking point. Heysus was not a cabinet-maker like his dad. He had a whole bunch of dames following him around and paying his experiences too,” said Mr. Pee Wee Gutter!!
“This goes against my belief system dudes. I refuse to be the bunny,” said Bloody Elbows.
Then Mr. Fuck picked up a book he found in the trash a few days earlier.
“I read in this book that Heysus was a good cook. He liked to barbecue all sorts of fish for his fucking buddies and did free poetry readings!”
“Remember to be more than an asshole….Flopside comis suck and so do you!!”
Did you ever notice how on ghost shows on TV and Netflix every town, no matter how small or big, has a Parapsychology business? If your town does not, I suggest you start one.
Number one, you must have a lot of technical stuff that beeps and says things like,
“Get Out” or “Help me.”
Number two, you must have really unaware investigators that look at everything like a three-year old child. Yes, it is fun to play with your invisible friend, but wait he does not look like my friend anymore?
Don’t get me wrong, I love those ghost shows. The outline of the shows, the pattern of haunting is extremely basic and similar. How to get rid of ghosts does not take much, except if you get a Priest (Their education is just a few classes above moron).
All you would need is a good psychic, a Wiccan and also a local holy medicine person. Then please get someone who can actually qualify as a researcher into town records and past & local news. Then… it is a cinch!!
Time to call the West Hills PCOFGE:
Parapsychology Can Out Fucking Ghosts Everyday.
http://archived.parapsych.org/glossary_a_d.html
Mr. Fuck and the Pervert Ghost, We are on our way Baby Cheeks!

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Today I heard a friend describe another friend as Lame and Stupid… now at Flopside Comics this is a holy fucking royal term that is to be honored with glorious reverence !! Here we all have it tattooed on our butts and since this is the case…we will not show it. But it is there just the same…
A happy after fucking valentines day toast …
Stupid
http://it.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=stupid
Lame
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=lame
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931)

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I swept the shelves of merchandise, mopped the floors with savings. Then plowed through the bitch who tried to cut me in line. I cleaned on Black Friday. ~Unknown
FLOPSIDE COMICS SUCK

Comic relief… and the side kick Mr. Fuck still lives in our bomb shelter. He comes out once in a while when he needs things like a shot of whiskey or some split pea soup.

I remember one day waiting for the stores to open. I was parked in-front of an Art Store. I knew the joint was closed but watched a guy go up to the door and pull on it.
Before he did this he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. Once he found out the place was closed he went looking for it on the dirty asphalt jungle street.
I watched as he looked for it, found it and picked it up. It was still hot and he walked away smoking it. This image is inspired by the man and the cigarette butt…
Glory hallelujah!!

FLopside Comcis Extreme, thrilling, and risky – The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

I heard the kids laughing in the other room around the kitchen table. Then Mr. Fuck showed me the paper. My son drew a hand giving the finger. The kids were having a laugh over silly things. Anyways…Mr. Fuck was so inspired that he did his very first Art Project. He said,
“This is something we all do now and then. Almost as much as picking our nose… ”
He may take an art class…
Thankx Mom & Dad (a rogue wave)
“Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I’ll go eat worms,
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.”
This above picture is a strange shot, on a strange day in the strangest month … well smash July and August together. I consider them strange months, which I hate. Yet, throughout this strangeness I finally framed a watercolor of mine called the Wild Holly Hawk. Thanks go to my Mom and Dad who indirectly paid for the frame and a selection of art supplies also. Even though it took a great deal of energy and will to get in the car and drive to Aaron Brothers, I finally did it. Some nice sales in the store added to the strangeness of the day in a happy strange way too. A new frame. It was not a cheap one either. I also got another one for a penny. A magnetic frame for a cartoon; a selection from the Adventures of Mr. Fuck, who by the way is a very strange human being. Mr. Fuck and The Annoying Orange is the chosen selection.
If ya can’t have fun with your kids over silly words and expressions…ya might as well throw in the towel. ~ Mr. Shit
Meet the Flopside Family
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A Flopside Comic

This is our time for “amber moments,” those fleeting instances that capture the essence of joy and nostalgia, where we pause to savor the warmth of the sun as it dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and orange, reminding us to cherish the beauty in our everyday lives, creating lasting memories that we can revisit long after the day has ended.

“Earthlings might learn to do.
If they tried hard enough:
Ignore the awful times
And concentrate on the good ones.”
~ Tralfamadorians: Slaughter-House Five/ Kurt Vonnegut.

Mr Fuck has nice boots…
N.R.A and the Heritage Foundation can kiss my boot.

FLOPSIDE COMICS SUCK AND SO DO YOU!