Friday, August 26, 2011

The Grim Baker

Erin's roommate talks to a boy: I'm going to make a cake for your birthday What kind do you want Boy: Er, strawberry, I guess Girl: Are you sure about this Roommate: Hey, I've made cupcakes before, haven't I She mixes the batter, waits for it to bake, and pulls it out of the oven, but it won't come free from the pan Why won't it come out Come out already After prying at it, it drops from the pan in a crumbly mess Maybe it'll look better with frosting The frosting doesn't help She starts piping blue icing on top Erin: I heard a lot of noise in here What's Roommate: Ha-ha It is finished She holds up the cake, which reads I'm Ugly Erin: I've never seen a self-depricating cake before Roommate: Well, it is
 
Yes, this actually happened to a former roommate of mine.  My siblings were very disappointed that I never took a picture of the actual cake, so I drew this instead. 

And no, I never heard how the boy in question reacted to this. 
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Friday, August 19, 2011

Pandora's Bet

Misty demon rises out of Pandora's box: I am taxes Pandora: Bet you fifty bucks that the next one is some kind of contagious disease Man:You're on What they don't tell you about Pandora

 Hey, even bringers of doom and destruction to the world and everything in it need a way to entertain themselves. 
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Friday, August 12, 2011

Vampire Buttercup

A buttercup flower basks in the sunlight, then notices a dark presence behind it Eek A vampire buttercup Mwah-ha-ha I vill suck your juices er The vampire realizes that he's rooted and can't reach the victim I don't suppose you could lean over this way a little Uh, no No one takes me seriously Did you expect them to Not really
 
I actually feel kind of sorry for it. 

On a related note, it turns out that buttercups are toxic.  Go figure. 
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Friday, August 5, 2011

Proper Motivation

Erin sits at her computer while her mother lectures her You are an adult Yes, Mom You don't have a real job Mmm-hmm You are a perfectly capable artist Uh-huh You can make money by putting your work online Mmmph Post a comic, or you won't be coming to watch Harry Potter with us Gah Yes Ma'am Working now
 
A parody of my life, for your entertainment.
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