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Archive for the ‘creepy’ Category
Only the grace of an elegant woman can make sitting inside a toilet look classy.
Look, eyeball health is no joke. It’s serious, see?
Well, these assholes approve and they are real, true doctors:
Get it? It’s a pig kicking around a pigskin. You know, the flesh of his mother or best friend wrapped around a ball. FUN!
Is this kid praising Jesus or summoning his flying animatronic friends to come feast on the living?
Photographers really know how to bring out the emotions deep within all of us. Someone really captured granny’s inner shock and awe.
Yep. He’s reaching out to his old metallic balls. No, really, that’s what this image is called. Okay, technically it’s called, “Elderly man holding two metal balls”, but let’s not split hairs here. Speaking of hair, this guy’s breast fuzz won’t stop staring at me.
Well this is something… Something nasty. I just can’t wait to see if it’s a boy or a girl.
Thank you Rob for creeping us out … big time.
Well, can’t blame the keywords on this one, it’s definitely a screaming male. And now that I’ve found him, I just wish he’d stop staring at me.
Boxing takes a twisted, yet sexy, turn into the mad desires of this old freak. Or maybe the desires of his old lady who made him strut his limber stuff on her best florals with her best creepy dolls and persian cat (doll?).
Keeping with playful boxing innocence, here a badly drawn boy punches a creepy blob with numerous resemblances to genitalia. The artist claims the blob is an inflatable clown which is creepy, even if you can’t draw it properly.
Why is it every time I mow Grandma’s lawn, she pays me in condoms? Creepy.
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Yep, another super fabulous artsy photoshop series – I’m going to call it, “Photoshop Sextasy”
And a little creepier, but equally nonsensical and pseudo-dramatic sensual.
Honestly, I don’t even know what to write here. This is just a terrible illustration which cannot be used anywhere. Also, I feel like I’m staring into her skull via her nasal passages on the right… Just wanted to share.
Some illustrations are better than others. This one is not. I’m not even sure how this constitutes a child.
HELLO!! Meth dealer and PCP dealer???!!!!!!!! Make it a double!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to John for this jaw-dropping entry, which shows you just what happens when you dare to test the bounds of stock art reality.
Although, I think I now understand the meaning behind the Hall and Oats song “Private Eyes”. They certainly are watching you, aren’t they?
Child abuse is nothing to laugh at. It is a serious issue that should be handled with integrity and sensitivity. Also, dumping a quarry load onto a child’s face probably qualifies as abuse.