KITCHEN DRAMA

CUSTOMER SERVICE

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER AMAZON

I think the point of this cartoon is that Ed is so pure that he sees this woman as fully clothed.

This begs the question: What do YOU see?

OLGA, THE NAKED AMAZON

As near as I can figure, Olga, the Naked Amazon roams the earth in search of cool lighting. Along the way she probably has exciting adventures and meets people from all walks of life and becomes involved in their little stories. This might happen once a week for an hour, minus commercials. It may be TV, or it may be reality, but it won't be reality TV. It could involve basic cable, or it could involve a rope hung from the ceiling. You might watch it, or you might absorb it through your skin. I may pitch it to Fox, or I may pitch it down an abandoned mine shaft.

FIVE WORDS EVERY BULL DREADS

DUMB SATURDAY CARTOON

BUM FINE PRINT

A STAR IS BORN

ART PROJECT

CITY WITHOUT SHADOWS

PARROT YOCKS

LET'S TRYST AGAIN (LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER)

HARRY AND LARRY

By the way, if you think this is the first of many hilarious Harry and Larry eagle cartoons, you're sadly mistaken, but without the sadness part, probably.

MARCH MINDLESSNESS

TELEKINETIC KEN

Wow. If I weren't seeing this in a cartoon, I wouldn't believe it.

HAND-COLORED CRAP

TINY FISH ON SUNDAY

FISH ON SATURDAY

FISH ON FRIDAY

BAR MOMENT

FAKE MAGAZINE COVER HILARITY

INQUISITIVE CLOCK

LARRY AND BEVERLY

SUNDAY FEZ CARTOON

SATURDAY FEZ CARTOON

FINAL APPEARANCE OF CONTINUITY GUY

STAIRWAY TO NOWHERE

HIGH DIVER

People ask me why I dive. You may as well ask the wind why it blows. Okay, bad example. You may as well ask the earth why it turns. Or fire why it burns. I can't speak for Mother Earth. I can't speak for Uncle Fire. But as for me, maybe it's the smell of chlorine in the morning. Maybe it's the smell of the locker room in the afternoon. Maybe it's the feel of the water against my cheeks. Maybe it's the feel of my speedo against my other cheeks. Maybe it's the thwacka-thwacka-VOING! sound of the diving board vibrating as I leap into the abyss in imaginary slow motion. Maybe it's the dream of Olympic Gold. Maybe it's the dream of a Wheaties contract. Or maybe it's just the dream of excellence. Well, probably not. But whatever it is, it's in my blood. And it can't be analyzed under a microscope. Unlike my urine test, unfortunately.

FACE-OFF

WILBUR COMES TO TOWN