Mr. Fuck roars out his name.

Puff the Magic Dragon & Mr. Fuck’s Theme song.


I am finding Mr. Fuck has come out of his Bomb shelter to play… it has been awhile. He was pissed due to the fact that Mr. Shit’s theme song came out and no one cares about him anymore. So Mr. Shit and I got together and wrote a theme song for him.

Funny how creative endeavors come out to play again as one gets older. Mr. Shit and Mr. Fuck and I are feeling creative, silly and laugh a lot too.

I think about the song Puff the Magic Dragon and realize as I get older I am happy to find the call again of Puff’s gigantic roar and the song does not make me sad anymore.

“Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail.

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tail.

Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came

Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.”

Yes we all three agreed on this… so here is Mr. Fuck’s theme song that is well overdo.



We can work it out Postcards …


We Can Work It Out…The Women Postcard Series

Two to be released.

Postcard One of the series.

A New Flopside Comic of political persuasion.


Will our female representatives engage in “mischievous” crossover voting for the good of WE THE PEOPLE?

Mr. Fuck came out of his Bomb Shelter. From up in a tree, he watched through the window into the neighbor’s TV the endless votes in the House of Representatives. He saw that they were overwhelmed with dysfunction. Then a car drove by blaring a song. Mr. Fuck knew the song by John Lennon / Paul McCartney.

“Try to see it my way,

Only time will tell if I am right, or I am wrong.

While you see it your way

There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.

We can work it out,

We can work it out.”

He thought about the women in the House of Representatives, and he knew what he had to do.

“Mr. Crap how about bringing out those watercolors? Also ask Hudley for some watercolor paper.”

“I am on it,” said Mr. Shit.

Miss Opossum in the tree nudged Mr. Fuck saying,

“If Mrs. Racoon and I can work it out so can the ‘human females.’ ”

“Tell Hudley we need some brushes too. Also a few beers, a couple shots of Jameson whiskey and a big pot of coffee.”

“Don’t forget the half & half and honey, “said Mrs. Racoon.




The Call Of the Holy Baubo Protagonist!


The call of holy Baubo is strong now

The evil shadow of history comes forward again…

The highest court of our land is making it impossible for women to care for their own bodies. When women are deflowered or devalued it is time to look at the other sex… the male, especially all conservative moronic males, and their bitches…. Time to address their sperm and ask the big question,

“If a man gets a woman pregnant without the holy affirming blessing of the great Baubo herself, then off with his balls, or head … whichever. What do you think about that justice?”

Baubo’s theme song…. always and forever.


The Man: A new Flopside comic Strip character…

THE MAN a new FLopside Comic Strip character.

 entertainment by

The PEASANTS and the Rusty Blade…


“The Man, no one sees the man, if they do… they live on borrowed time” ~ Film. The Line-Up 1958


THE MAN
https://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/




The Man Who Sold the World” is a song written and performed by David Bowie. It is the title track of his third album, which was released in the U.S. in November 1970 and in the UK in April 1971. also
Stayin’ Alive” is a disco song by the Bee Gees from the Saturday Night Fever motion picture soundtrack.
Performed by the PEASANTS and the Rusty Blade….
No profit … it is done on a love bases…

 

Bubble Gum Flopside Comics

The first bubblegum comic book to suck your socks off… and they’re coming to your local suburbia art walk before we melt into oblivion with the Mothman !!

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FLOPSIDE COMICS SUCK AND SO DO YOU!!

Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in.  ~Dennis P. Costea, Jr.

He is the ultimate trophy whore too!!

Mr. Fuck does not bowl, play football, kickass in soccer or shoot the moon…he is a poseur for the dames!!

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Double Arrogant Bastard with Santa…

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‘Twas the fucking night

Before a fucking glorious and righteous holiday…

And all through the fucking dump

Not a fucking creature was fucking stirring

Not even a fucking rat…

The cigarette butts lined up with no care

In hopes that his fucking lighter

Would instantly light the butts there…

Squatting in a cardboard fucking box

Cozy and warm…

Then…

What to his fucking ears

Did he hear?

But a sound of a drunken Santa

Walking down his alley

With a couple of glass-tinkling beers…

“Hey Santa could your spare

This old fucking punk a drink?”

“Yes sir I’ve two left…”

SO they stood in the alley

Fucking Santa wobbling a lot

Mr. Fuck laughing

The beers he fucking drank up…

Then he put Santa in a Taxi

Sending him home to his fucking Penthouse apartment …

Waving good-bye out the back taxi window… Santa yelled,

“Fucking merry glorious and righteous holiday to all!!!

Bitchin’ and out-of-sight!!