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- CrocodileKingSaysNO
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Dude look like a sandwich
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- CyberPingu
- Sep 15, 2013
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If you're not striving to improve, you'll end up going backwards.
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Everyone forgets the Jags
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Nov 4, 2017 18:47
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- Febreeze
- Oct 24, 2011
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I want to care, butt I dont
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Proud of those 3 panels in the middle of this one http://www.thedrawplay.com/comic/jameis-winston-gives-a-speech/
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Nov 9, 2017 17:39
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- Mel Mudkiper
- Jan 19, 2012
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At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.
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how many times did you look at Jameis Winston eating his fingers frame by frame to get the art right
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Nov 9, 2017 17:53
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- Joey Freshwater
- Jun 20, 2004
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Always playing with my meat
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Grimey Drawer
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Jesus if one of the other Bucs posters doesn't take this I'm gonna save it and use it later.
Only way it would be better is if it was a .gif of his facial expressions from panels 2-8.
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Nov 9, 2017 17:58
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- VanSandman
- Feb 16, 2011
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SWAP.AVI EXCHANGER
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Do you think the movie was a desperate cry for help that people only thought was a high-school football flick?
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Nov 9, 2017 18:12
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- FUCKFACE MORON
- Apr 23, 2010
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by sebmojo
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Today's comic was very upsetting to me
Why?
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Nov 9, 2017 18:34
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- whypick1
- Dec 18, 2009
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Just another jackass on the Internet
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I need to re-re-watch this series.
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Nov 9, 2017 18:51
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- Mel Mudkiper
- Jan 19, 2012
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At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.
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just something about those wet fingers and the faces he's making.
I mean that in the tone of June Diane Raphael looking at Sean Connery in Zardoz.
That is a good reference
I like that reference
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Nov 9, 2017 22:09
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- VanSandman
- Feb 16, 2011
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SWAP.AVI EXCHANGER
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This is a thing now, Jags fans.
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Nov 9, 2017 22:14
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- Shangri-Law School
- Feb 19, 2013
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I had an idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM
Well my daddy left home when I was wee
And he didn't leave much in the 313
Just an old football and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he passed on the Honolulu blue
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of pity from a' lots of folk
It seems men bought me drinks my whole life through
Some Bears fan would say something mean
And some Pack fan'd gloat, "Oh-and-sixteen!"
I tell ya, life ain't easy for the Honolulu blue
Well, I grew up quick, and I grew up jaded
My expectations sank and my hopes faded
Gave up any thought of the Super Bowl dream
But I made me a vow to Calvin and Barry
I'd search from September to February
And kill that man who gave me that awful team
Well, it was 'round week nine when the season crumbled
And I just hit town and my stomach rumbled
I thought I'd stop and find something to chew
At a Coney Island just off of Cass
There in the parking lot, eating rear end
Sat the dirty dog who passed me the Honolulu blue
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that Lions hat and his evil eye
He was big and fat and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "Honolulu blue! How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he dropped like Ebron, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a bottle right across his teeth
And we rolled off the sidewalk and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging with a thud in the blood and the beer
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He snapped like Don Muhlbach and hit like, uh, Glover Quin
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him grin
And he said, "Son, football is rough
And if a fan's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that team and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that team that helped to make you strong."
Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now; you could stomp on me like Suh
But ya ought to thank me, you can't debate
That you're tough like Stafford and strong like Tate
'Cause I'm the bastard that gave you the Honolulu blue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I went off to Ford Field to get a decent view
And I think about him, now and then
Every time they lose and every time they win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll make him root for
The Bills, or Jags! Any drat team but the Lions! I still hate that team!
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Nov 10, 2017 02:18
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- Randaconda
- Jul 3, 2014
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by Jeffrey of YOSPOS
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I had an idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM
Well my daddy left home when I was wee
And he didn't leave much in the 313
Just an old football and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he passed on the Honolulu blue
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of pity from a' lots of folk
It seems men bought me drinks my whole life through
Some Bears fan would say something mean
And some Pack fan'd gloat, "Oh-and-sixteen!"
I tell ya, life ain't easy for the Honolulu blue
Well, I grew up quick, and I grew up jaded
My expectations sank and my hopes faded
Gave up any thought of the Super Bowl dream
But I made me a vow to Calvin and Barry
I'd search from September to February
And kill that man who gave me that awful team
Well, it was 'round week nine when the season crumbled
And I just hit town and my stomach rumbled
I thought I'd stop and find something to chew
At a Coney Island just off of Cass
There in the parking lot, eating rear end
Sat the dirty dog who passed me the Honolulu blue
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that Lions hat and his evil eye
He was big and fat and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "Honolulu blue! How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he dropped like Ebron, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a bottle right across his teeth
And we rolled off the sidewalk and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging with a thud in the blood and the beer
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He snapped like Don Muhlbach and hit like, uh, Glover Quin
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him grin
And he said, "Son, football is rough
And if a fan's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that team and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that team that helped to make you strong."
Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now; you could stomp on me like Suh
But ya ought to thank me, you can't debate
That you're tough like Stafford and strong like Tate
'Cause I'm the bastard that gave you the Honolulu blue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I went off to Ford Field to get a decent view
And I think about him, now and then
Every time they lose and every time they win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll make him root for
The Bills, or Jags! Any drat team but the Lions! I still hate that team!
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Nov 10, 2017 02:20
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- Filthy Casual
- Aug 13, 2014
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I had an idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM
Well my daddy left home when I was wee
And he didn't leave much in the 313
Just an old football and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he passed on the Honolulu blue
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of pity from a' lots of folk
It seems men bought me drinks my whole life through
Some Bears fan would say something mean
And some Pack fan'd gloat, "Oh-and-sixteen!"
I tell ya, life ain't easy for the Honolulu blue
Well, I grew up quick, and I grew up jaded
My expectations sank and my hopes faded
Gave up any thought of the Super Bowl dream
But I made me a vow to Calvin and Barry
I'd search from September to February
And kill that man who gave me that awful team
Well, it was 'round week nine when the season crumbled
And I just hit town and my stomach rumbled
I thought I'd stop and find something to chew
At a Coney Island just off of Cass
There in the parking lot, eating rear end
Sat the dirty dog who passed me the Honolulu blue
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that Lions hat and his evil eye
He was big and fat and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "Honolulu blue! How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he dropped like Ebron, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a bottle right across his teeth
And we rolled off the sidewalk and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging with a thud in the blood and the beer
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He snapped like Don Muhlbach and hit like, uh, Glover Quin
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him grin
And he said, "Son, football is rough
And if a fan's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that team and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that team that helped to make you strong."
Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now; you could stomp on me like Suh
But ya ought to thank me, you can't debate
That you're tough like Stafford and strong like Tate
'Cause I'm the bastard that gave you the Honolulu blue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I went off to Ford Field to get a decent view
And I think about him, now and then
Every time they lose and every time they win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll make him root for
The Bills, or Jags! Any drat team but the Lions! I still hate that team!
Bless you.
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Nov 10, 2017 02:36
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- The X-man cometh
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Nov 10, 2017 06:10
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- Acebuckeye13
- Nov 2, 2010
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Against All Tyrants
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Ultra Carp
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I had an idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM
Well my daddy left home when I was wee
And he didn't leave much in the 313
Just an old football and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he passed on the Honolulu blue
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of pity from a' lots of folk
It seems men bought me drinks my whole life through
Some Bears fan would say something mean
And some Pack fan'd gloat, "Oh-and-sixteen!"
I tell ya, life ain't easy for the Honolulu blue
Well, I grew up quick, and I grew up jaded
My expectations sank and my hopes faded
Gave up any thought of the Super Bowl dream
But I made me a vow to Calvin and Barry
I'd search from September to February
And kill that man who gave me that awful team
Well, it was 'round week nine when the season crumbled
And I just hit town and my stomach rumbled
I thought I'd stop and find something to chew
At a Coney Island just off of Cass
There in the parking lot, eating rear end
Sat the dirty dog who passed me the Honolulu blue
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that Lions hat and his evil eye
He was big and fat and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "Honolulu blue! How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he dropped like Ebron, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a bottle right across his teeth
And we rolled off the sidewalk and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging with a thud in the blood and the beer
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He snapped like Don Muhlbach and hit like, uh, Glover Quin
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him grin
And he said, "Son, football is rough
And if a fan's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that team and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that team that helped to make you strong."
Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now; you could stomp on me like Suh
But ya ought to thank me, you can't debate
That you're tough like Stafford and strong like Tate
'Cause I'm the bastard that gave you the Honolulu blue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I went off to Ford Field to get a decent view
And I think about him, now and then
Every time they lose and every time they win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll make him root for
The Bills, or Jags! Any drat team but the Lions! I still hate that team!
Absolutely
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Nov 10, 2017 16:47
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- Febreeze
- Oct 24, 2011
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I want to care, butt I dont
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We tried a little something different this week on The Draw Play podcast, and it is very stupid and murdered my throat
https://m.soundcloud.com/david-rappoccio-950910196/intentional-sounding-83-tom-savage-private-eye
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Nov 10, 2017 21:39
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- Volkerball
- Oct 15, 2009
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by FactsAreUseless
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I had an idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM
Well my daddy left home when I was wee
And he didn't leave much in the 313
Just an old football and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he passed on the Honolulu blue
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of pity from a' lots of folk
It seems men bought me drinks my whole life through
Some Bears fan would say something mean
And some Pack fan'd gloat, "Oh-and-sixteen!"
I tell ya, life ain't easy for the Honolulu blue
Well, I grew up quick, and I grew up jaded
My expectations sank and my hopes faded
Gave up any thought of the Super Bowl dream
But I made me a vow to Calvin and Barry
I'd search from September to February
And kill that man who gave me that awful team
Well, it was 'round week nine when the season crumbled
And I just hit town and my stomach rumbled
I thought I'd stop and find something to chew
At a Coney Island just off of Cass
There in the parking lot, eating rear end
Sat the dirty dog who passed me the Honolulu blue
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that Lions hat and his evil eye
He was big and fat and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "Honolulu blue! How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he dropped like Ebron, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a bottle right across his teeth
And we rolled off the sidewalk and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging with a thud in the blood and the beer
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He snapped like Don Muhlbach and hit like, uh, Glover Quin
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him grin
And he said, "Son, football is rough
And if a fan's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that team and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that team that helped to make you strong."
Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now; you could stomp on me like Suh
But ya ought to thank me, you can't debate
That you're tough like Stafford and strong like Tate
'Cause I'm the bastard that gave you the Honolulu blue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I went off to Ford Field to get a decent view
And I think about him, now and then
Every time they lose and every time they win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll make him root for
The Bills, or Jags! Any drat team but the Lions! I still hate that team!
Owns
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