You idiot, that's not a self-portrait, you're just looking in a mirror. Put down the paintbrush.

A bird that kinda looks like The Joker.

A shadowy priest in a burlap sack.

This guy doesn't understand the fascinating and provocative plot of "Jersey Shore." And now he's getting defensive about it.

I'm distressed by my daydreams of poking dead frogs.

Some furry thing with lipstick and horns.

Guy is chopped in half for putting a bloody shovel on a table.

A look of disapproval.

The Flying Spaghetti Monster is amused by the man's death.

Guy attempts to ski on the grass. It does not end well.

I used to be such a good quarterback. Now it's just me and my microphone. *sniff*

Mr. Sun tickles the incontinent raincloud.