There Once Was a Man.
A Fabulous Butthole Man.
He Thrived Upon Butts.
A Fabulous Butthole Man.
He Thrived Upon Butts.
Frank n' Bob: Buttholes
There Once Was a Man.
A Fabulous Butthole Man. He Thrived Upon Butts.
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I see a Bad Butthole Risin'.
Looks like... we're in for Butthole Weather. -Frank Probably not.
I'm having a third butt cheek installed for next year. Ahhhh... the comfort. Love, -Bob Sooo.. every time anything happens to anyone ever... the new thing is to write a whiny open letter on the internet?
"Dear Man who snarled at my child in Kroger," "Dear Old Lady who's rude to gay people," Heaven forbid anyone take action at a point when they might actually accomplish something... that requires real humanity, and won't get your picture on the internet for 15 minutes. The same applies to positive examples, too. Why not thank them with something concrete rather than airing their personal business online for the whole world to see? But then again, here I am whining about the whiners... the internet is a fickle mistress. -Love, Frank T. Butthole III And there's not really anything you can do about it. For now.
-Frank Buttocks.
Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. Buttocks. There you have it, 5 days, 5 comics.
Enjoy it while you can, releases will be sparse for the next couple weeks. Summer Classes are for maniacs and degenerates. -Frank Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed Put another log on the fire for me I've made some breakfast and coffee Look out my window and what do I see A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me All the nightmares came today And it looks as though they're here to stay What are we coming to No room for me, no fun for you I think about a world to come Where the books were found by the Golden ones Written in pain, written in awe By a puzzled man who questioned What we were here for All the strangers came today And it looks as though they're here to stay [CHORUS:] Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me make it plain ([second time:] Let me say it again) You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Look at your children See their faces in golden rays Don't kid yourself they belong to you They're the start of a coming race The earth is a bitch We've finished our news Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use All the strangers came today And it looks as though they're here to stay [CHORUS] So, I guess since I'm not an art snob.... and I don't whore myself out on Reddit for upvotes, I'm not allowed to make comics.
This is an open-ended statement directed at all you bastards, you know who you are and you're not getting any publicity from me: Fuck you. Fuck your comics. The Butthole can't be stopped. BRING IT ON! -Frank |
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