
[Amy’s got a caption contest here. I gots nothin’.]

[Amy’s got a caption contest here. I gots nothin’.]

Salvador Bartolozzi (1882 – 1950) was one of the most important Spanish comic artists from the 1920s. With his several famous characters, such as the ‘Pipo y Pipa’ and his free adaptation of Collodi’s ‘Pinocho y Chapete’, Bartolozzi counts as an innovator of the Spanish comic strip. Bartolozzi went to Paris, where he stayed for six years. After his return, he joined the publishing house Calleja. Bartolozzi collaborated with several juvenile magazines, such as Pinocho, Macaco and Chiquilín.
[Image and quote found here, via Everlasting Blort.]
The perils of being a child star while saddled with an unfortunate nickname ultimately takes its toll…
[Found in here.]
The procedure is obvious. First, get a Sharpie Pen and make lame pretend tattoos on your left forearm. Then, put two tablespoons of baking soda in a half-cup of warm water. Find a juvenile hedgehog, and instruct the little rascal about the importance of personal hygiene using your roommate’s toothbrush. (Don’t tell yer homedawg until the photo is posted all over the internest).
Blow-dry your hog on low setting and Enjoy.
She really was a slacker. According to Han Solo, she had calluses on her scapulae. Watch where you point that thing, Princess.
[Found here.]
Very little needs to be said about this brickbat mobile that isn’t intuitively obvious to the casual observer, except that the roof screams for asphalt shingles and vinyl gutters. Aluminum sliding windows would have been a nice touch. No need for a carwash either, as a vinegar solution with a wire brush should keep the efflorescence in check for months. Pure efficient genius. We’ll even give him credit and kudos for the keystones.
Although he’ll never get a girlfriend built like a brick youknowwhat, at least Mr. Mason knows how to perpendicular park.
[Found here.]