Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in. ~Dennis P. Costea, Jr.
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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‘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,
Under a new moon, feverish and hearing the call of revolution Mr. Fuck inspires us again….
Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.
Henry Rollins
Suck, Suck Suck…. but honest and upfront…
FLOPSIDE COMICS include the adventures of Mr Fuck and his family. These are cartoons made for adult punkx.. or people with a toilet paper sense of humor…not for the boring or uptight..enjoy… Mr Fuck was born with a figure on his right hand, I think, that is constantly erected. Poor soul was born that way. I like him cause he is a shadowy nice guy. Reminds me of some of the punk guys I have known or know. He is sweet at times. The word fuck is a lively part of his vocabulary. He smokes too much!!!
Also being resurrected are Doomis Day and Roonsky Cat. The Punk chick and cat that are a bit out of time and space. Where the Ghetto Blaster was an item to have!!!
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