Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Sacre Blue

12 comments:

vinnymoe said...

Not sure if this is a general blessing of the sky or a reference to the Air Bus deal.

too late to ponder.


Furst to be purst on my pillow.

Rock Candy said...

that is one nasty looking dingleberry ya got there Pierre!

The_Scum said...

Rather than comment on the two aero-dick sword fight...

I'll add this:

I hate fucking flying on Aerobus planes. The seats just suck.

I prefer McDonnel Douglas and the best is Boeing.

Lavi D. said...

Wasting three hours on a crappy-ass illustration - incalculable time out of my life

Having people come by, look at it and make me laugh - priceless

Wish I could figure out how to do a "french" laugh in text.

Ho, ho, ho, doesn't quite cut it, if you know what I mean.

Rock Candy said...

Lavi, the French do not laugh, they snicker.

I had no idea that this is your work. So WHY did you tie their dicks together anyways? Some weird kinky fetish coming out in your art?

Lavi, I will call you later....I believe tonight may be the night, stud!

Rock Candy said...

hmmm for some reason screaming out "oh yes, baby, oh yes, gimme that special inflight refueling, big daddy" just does nothing for me.

You men are strange indeed!

Lavi D. said...

...gimme that special inflight refueling, big daddy" just does nothing for me.

You'll never be a member of the "Mile High" club with an attitude like that.

Rock Candy said...

*snicker* oh contraire, mi amor, I have my membership card already. *wink*

Lavi D. said...

I have my membership card already

touché

The_Scum said...

French laughing sounds like the dog Muttley snickering from that old cartoon 'The Wacky Racers'.

Rather than discuss where candy has had sex would it be quicker to discuss where she hasn't had sex?

Rock Candy said...

You may have owned me on that one...but just remember who butters your croissant.

Lavi D. said...

just remember who butters your croissant.

Get a room, you two.

:)


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