Why have you come? Why? We all know Jesse can't draw! Flee! Now!

Well, I try to draw. That's what really counts. Not the fact that I try. The fact that I think I can make any sort of contribution. Well, I give a big FUCK YOU! to the people who think I can, and the Kool-Aid man. Rat bastard. I'll teach you good. I hate him. Well, no, not really.

Can you imagine hot dog flavoured Kool Aid? I mean, I'd drink some, probably love it, but hide the fact that I did from all my friends. They would all say: "Ewwwww, Hot Dog Kool Aid!" and I'd join in but I'd really like it, and I know they all would too. Rat bastards.

There's no such thing as fate
"France penetrated to the heart of the continent" - History video
Hee hee!
Someday...
I HATE DRAWING THAT DAMNED TOASTER!
I still have it

I hate you, Box Jam's Doodle
Buckley's makes me cry
I lost my sharpie (then found it, and lost it again)
Hee hee, nipples!
I am a tinkle fiend

Nobody should wake up at 6 am
NOW I know who she is
My belly button hurts
I scanned my spare change
I want a modded coffin
Yay for corn nuts!
Gir is my son
How I wish you were here...
Iced Tea = Napalm
I love you Vanilla Coke

Knife Casserole
Hot God Kool Aid
Hot Dog Kool Aid
I Like It
Crush All Hu-mans!

The following three are lyrics from Counting The Days, by Goldfinger
Day 1-2
Day 3-4-5-6
Day 7

Math
Waiting
Dog
Dr. Napalm
Suicide
Dad
Pat
Magic Bean
Soda Love