December 7th, 2009

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Desssssssssstroooo!

Shortpacked!: She didn't know what she was getting into.

Hey, everybody! So, like, when Jeph Jacques links to you in the area under his comic, apparently that means you get an absolute buttload of traffic. It was like the entire population of a very very large city descended upon us and read through my archives. Hello, new people! I hope you enjoyed my Batman and Frank Miller jokes. Please stay around! My blog's RSS feed is a fun way to follow me.

(Apparently I choose the right cartoonists to draw in compromising coprophilic positions.)

((You're next, Danielle Corsetto.))

These pictures are of a custom G.I. Joe figure made not by me, but by my buddy and groomsman Ron "Robowang" McBalls. But I sure wish I could claim it as my own! Yeah, it's friggin' Beach Party Destro. See, he got a Destro head (duh) , a Chuckles torso, and a Sagat pair of legs. Oh, and flippers. Of course. I thought that was totally awesome, and so I asked if I could share it with you.

Things like this are basically why vintage Joe parts interchangeability exists.

So, yeah. James McCullen Destro XXIV, wearer of shorts. Rocker of the luau shirt. Weapons supplier. Party animal.