A post-modern and abstract existential recreation of the inner turmoil and utmost passionate in one's darkest hour.

Entirely square taxi with no windows going up an inclined road. Why are there no windows? It is transporting dinosaurs, that's why.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Man solemnly lamenting his great loss in the stock market and utter failing in the company "vinegar LAYS".

Woman with massive white schlong on her head walks home with a basket full of pigeons she kidnapped from the park.

I don't own any "not cool".

A drawing clearly done by a blind man. No doubt his best impersonation of a windmill shooting blue and yellow lazers.