Monday, August 31, 2009

Heathcliff, explained.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Heathcliff is airing himself out after intercourse. Mr. Nutmeg, no stranger to Heathcliff's sexual deviancy, is used to the smell.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I can hardly contain my laughter.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

It probably isn't Heathcliff's birthday, but confusion on the part of the singing hot dog, what with the lack of eye holes and the pain from his broken arm.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Snowballing with the umpire is a good way to get ejected from the game.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Circled: Eight unexplainable things.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

21st century, motherfucker!

Friday, August 14, 2009

Heathcliff is down with the modern culture!

(And 30-year-old "humor" from Garfield.)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

If Heathcliff is so satisfied, why does the fishmonger have a look on his face that says "That cat just ate my children?" instead of a used-car salesman grin/thumbs up?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

This is as brilliant as Heathcliff will ever be, folks.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Not pictured: the pyramid of shaved dogs with bags over their heads, seconds before Heathcliff turns on the hose.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

"But if it did, Joan Rivers would be so fucking wasted!"