ET knows that feel.

This must bee the most udderly ridiculous thing I've found on this site.

Flanders isn't too sure about the masculine woman flirting with him.

The Apple Tree in it's natural habitat, keeping a quiet, dignified stance in the face of it's hairy, pasty neighbor, The Mooning Tree.

Not only do my pursed lips show that I am reviled, but my eyebrows point downwards and make me look pretty angry.

John Marston's had a little too much again...

Looks like the pool cleaner has arrived.

Well Donkeh, I find that band to be a little ogre-rated.

It's either a small flame, a piece of candy corn, or some kind of glowing, firefly-like alien insect.

A moderately happy alien.

Drunk ninjas.

A hideous vandal violates a stop sign.