The potato is devouring Mr. Cloud. Mrs. Cloud weeps. The sun is powerless to help.

A small green man in overalls and a bow tie is missing an arm, but not his sense of humor.

John Arbuckle has finally snapped and is planning on assassinating the president from rooftop. Garfield is there too, acting all Garfieldy.

I got nothing. Somebody spilled ink all over some scribbles. How about you draw a nice bunny instead?

Oscar the Grouch is pissed about his new blond wig.

Three black balls, on a white background. Striking in its simplicity.

The flame is pleased to see you. It is a loyal, though dangerous, pet.

A starfish performs a martial arts leap over a pair of furry green pants.

Flies are buzzing around a stinking piece of excrement. "50 shades of gay," says the excrement, gaily.

The scrotum twins have been laid off once again.

Why are you so happy, cat? You're a black storm cloud of destruction.

A facebook for cats? Delightful!