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We've all been in that video conference that could have just been an email...let's just make it an email.

Alright you primitive screwheads, this...is my boomstick!

Just remember...I am your density...destiny. I am your destiny.

The Baseball Furies are always out to clean up the neighborhood so don't make your way through Riverside Park...

Sometimes all it takes to befriend a couple of outlaws is to lead them through your parents' booby trapped house of humiliation.

My original character the Gnarfink is running wild in the streets. You should come hang out with him.

Cousin Eddie is a connoisseur of the finest caliber. Don't you think?

A hand drawn design for Easter!

I wanted to clash some old school skate style with some old school wrestling!

Celebrate one of the Dodgers best with this design

The champion of the Kumate!

Maybe you don't remember this old guy but he would greet folks at our favorite Polynesian Room at the Kingdom.

Upon Mount Hermon, high and grand, The Watchers stood, a vigilant band. Nephilim, born of celestial kin, Descended to earth, committing sin. Legends whispered, tales untold, Of Nephilim's power, fierce and bold. Mount Hermon's peak, where secrets lay, Witnessed the choices they'd come to pay. Bound by chains, their destiny entwined, The Watchers' arrogance left behind. Mount Hermon's story, a cautionary tome, Of angels' fall and the earth's new home.

Forever locked in joyful combat!

"He sucks too." Bill 2:27

It's one of the best scenes...I made Willy reflect my feelings about it.

We're out here like explorers making these NFTs. TO THE MOON

Detective Donatello illustration for your chesty area on your body. You wear it there, to make others feel that they wished they were as cool as you, remembering that one weird episode of Ninja Turtles where Donny dons this disguise. Good for you.

He's the baddest of the bad around.

How else are you going to stay fresh but my the ancient, mystical powers of freezer bags?

Peace, love and all that crap, man.

Inspired by my mom always making me delicious ham sandwiches. Thanks, Mom.

Life is rough, pizza makes it easier.

I drew this luchador in his moment of epiphany to celebrate the lasting impact lucha libre has made on me.

Inspired by the Aquabats song, Shark Fighter! He's a shark fighter, he fights sharks. He fights em in the water cause that's where they are. He's got him a knife, a bandana and a topaz necklace. He's extremely reckless. He rides an otter like a motorcycle. Just sayin...

If it bleeds, we can kill it. But why would we want to?! He’s the happiest little Yautja Hunter, with his very first human trophy!

He laughs from his mountain. Beware that you know the Riddle Of Steel. For if you don’t, you be cast out of Valhalla!

The end is upon you if you ever even eye that evil elbow! E is for Elbow Drop! Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Can I tempt you with a delicious Western Bacon Cheeseburger? Be careful though, it's got a little bite.

Vignette of a possessed man getting some demons, a legion of em' to be exact, thrown out of him by Jesus.

Feeling the need to head to the great outdoors to get some r&r? Well, beware of the bald-headed bear of Claire County...he's a man eater. Enjoy a warm cotton shirt with the evil bear from The Great Outdoors on it. John Candy's worst nightmare come true.

a Riot of Ridiculous Roughians Relegated to Rapacious Wrestling...R is for Rumble.

You're tough...maybe tough enough to join the Fratelli gang.

Everybody's got a price for the Million Dollar Man. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit against the wind, and you don't write checks that your body can't cash!

Take Time to Tie Up Your Tiffs Through Talk. If Not, Toss That Truculent Turd to the Turnbuckle. Because T really is for Turnbuckle after all.