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Noice comic, what's it from?
Animal Kingdom (Doubutsu no Kuni)
A superhero that likes to dish shit out. The worm has certainly turd.
He is no hero (well he has his moments), he just likes to pose as one.
Better for him to be a poser than a decomposer.
But in truth he wants to be a composer. Improve his composure in front of an audi.. ence and face that whole crowd while he's sober. Piman is a secret alcoholic and scat fetishist, but he likes to read metafiction and be a part of the Non Sequitur Movement.
He is actually quite open about his alcoholism, mostly because finding alcohol is actually quite difficult on his homeland, so whenever they get a chance they get wasted.
Instead of attending Alcoholic Anonymous meetings, he attends Alcoholic Known meetings with other people...
Otherwise known as bars!
Every now and then the whole town becomes a bar as long as they have the fruits for it.
It's time for the 12 steps...
The 12 Step Dance that is!!!!!!
*wild jovial scenes*
Tell the truth i only enjoyed those scenes because immediately after they would get attacked and half the population would die, such is an animal kingdom.
The population would decrease, and then the bubbles and needles would perform their mysterious magic. While a distant song played faintly in the background.
The 12 Step Trance had now arrived.
1st step, get reckt.
2nd step Ayyy LMAO U GOT RECTK!
3rd step gamble your life into survival using a turd.
4th step.. step in turd.
5th step.. Hospitalised.
6th step.. Meet Frazer McDougal and receive life-affirming advice before being discharged.
7th step.. Board a schooner to some distant exotic locale.
8th step.. Meet a strange ass tribe of cannibals and get intoxicated by poison darts.
9th step.. The initiation rites have now officially started.
10th step.. get reckt some more and shout 2Spooky4Me one thousand times.
11th step.. Receive 12 Step Trance membership pack.
Nobody knows what the 12th step is, not one recruit has ever reached that status...
Except for Paul Poncho Guinness. Not a lot is known about Paul Poncho Guinness except that he always wears ponchos and drinks Guinness. But how would they know if they have never seen him?
Because his brother Sancho (a well known quadrillionaire and hardcore masochist) who also likes to wear ponchos let us know about the fashion sense of his brother.
Rumor has it that the 12th step is being eaten by the strange ass tribe of cannibals and becoming a turd.
An exclusive 60 minute interview with Sancho. He never normally agrees to tv appearances, but tonight he has made an exception, because he knows it might lead to the whereabouts of his brother Poncho.
Sancho: "The last time I saw him, he was wearing this real trendy poncho.. like the ones that Clint Eastwood used to wear in the western films."
Sancho: "And I used to say to him. Poncho, one of these days, you're gonna get yourself killed or in trouble for wearing that. It invites trouble."
Interviewer: "And what did Poncho say back to you?"
Sancho: "He said.. Sancho. Don't worry about me man. I have got my street smarts about me. I took some incredible advice from a man named Frazer. He told me to get on a schooner and never look back, man. Get out of the goddamn rat race."
Interviewer: "And that was the last you saw of him?"
Sancho: "Yeah. I went to his house and he wasn't there. All I found was a glass of Guinness, half-full.. it wasn't even finished. He had packed a bag and left. Just like that. No goodbyes. Nothing."
Interviewer: "Strange. Any clues as to where he is now?"
Sancho: "We're following some leads. He had a book in his house.. a little writing pad. At first it just looked like a bunch of scribbles. But upon inspecting it more closely, we noticed some kind of strange 12 Step Trance Program. I'm worried that he's got stuck in some weird cult and can't escape. He'd written 'going to get reckt' all over the wall in red spray paint."
Interviewer: "Very odd."
Sancho: "Yeah... the notepad mentioned something about meeting some cannibals. But it didn't say where. It implies that one of their initiation rites is to poison new members with darts. That doesn't sound like a healthy cult to me."
Interviewer: "And what does Fame think about all this?"
Sancho: "She said, let's use some of our money and try to find your brother. If we don't find your brother, you'll be unhappy. But at least you'll be happy that we've lost some money and you'll be able to have a fantastic orgasm out of it."
Interviewer: "And you agreed to that?"
Sancho: "Well of course. It's my big fetish you know. Having Fame gamble all our money away. Last time I lost a million pounds when I bet on 24 red.. but it ended up on 16 black. There's no feeling quite like it, losing at the roulette wheel, losing all that money in seconds. It was made more pleasurable by the fact that before we did the gamble, I said 24 red, but Fame said "no.. we're going 16 black." So we could have won, but Fame hijacked my choice and we lost and the resulting orgasm was amazing."
Interviewer: "Ahem. Well I hope you locate your brother, Sancho. It's been great having you on the show."
Good old Sancho making everything about his weird fetishes.
Lost all that money, yet he is still a quadrillionaire.
Maybe that is part of the fetish, knowing he is still rich.
Oh that little hand-less, fat perverted filthy rich bastard! is almost as if he... as if he had become a living turd!
Sancho a rich living turd. His brother, alone and lost somewhere out on the Arafura Sea.
Now was the time for Sancho to pump his money into finding his brother.. and not spend all his time having his seed pumped out by Fame, and her twin sister - Fortune.
Oh shit, but what if it is already too late?
What if the cannibals already eat Poncho with poncho and all?
What if he has already become a turd?
So many questions, so few answers......
A) It is never too late.
A) The cannibals haven't eaten Poncho and his Poncho just yet.
A) He hasn't already become a turd.
And the answers to these questions were brought to you by Walmart!
"What exactly were you selling me?"
"Oh... so not the knife?"
"Yeah just the..."
"I think i will go with D) as my answer: none of the above."
"Wrong, also we never gave you an option, you have to go with A)"
"Oh yeah? then: http://blogimg.ngfiles.com/940000/940593/342681833_146giveyouthis.png"
"You can't have D.""
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because D is Day Dot."
I see Piman is back on the scene. Ready to continue his smear campaign...
Fuck it we have come full circle:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlGFE6WA4C8
You, and Nietzlawe have amazing conversations.
Yeah it gets quite interesting he has a knack to fester then foster the psychiatric patient inside all of us, which is awesome.
So you using your PS again or did you manage to fix your computer? and did you finish all those Refs you were working on?
Nah, my computers is still broke, and I haven't finished those refs, but I am doing fan art for Knot games.
Can't say i know the company, but it is great to hear you are active despite all.
Yeah, I've been pretty silent, going back to basics, and all.
Practice always comes handy.
Full circle. It always comes back to the same old SHIT.
Now we are thinking with turds!
And here is me thinking that we had finally turd the corner.
Is Piman wearing mascara? Or should I say, maSCATra.
No he is not one for make ups, most of the things he "makes" go "down", just like the real scatman: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwUEhyGD2Bo
Especially when he is sat on the john trying to shit. That is when he makes John go down on him.
That's quite a manly name for a female raccoon, John...
I agree, i totally agree we have messed with gender dissociation but we never made them take shit for it, until now!
Maybe the raccoon's real name was Jean, but she liked to dress up in male raccoon attire from time to time and pose as John. Her job was cleaning toilets, and one day she went in and Piman was taking a crap., so she went down on him in one of the cubicles.
Wait he was taking a crap, giving a crap, or dropping a crap? what the crap is going on!?
So then what happened with Jean the tomboy raccoon janitor that likes to cross-dress?
He was using dropcaps while crap was plopping into the toilet bowl, directly beneath his balls, while getting his penis mauled by the mouth and teeth of Jean, a deviant sort of deepthroating raccoon in a pinafore, that was playing Piman like a bassoon and seeding all his semen storage.
I don't like where this is going man, not even the chimeras make for such a frightening and ugly picture...
I feel as though, if I were high, these stories would make more sense
Nope they wont, that's when the shit starts talking and the story becomes a threesome with a 2 raccoons and a talking turd.
Not a threesome. A faesome. A summary of faece-related activity that may well spill into total runny diarrhea and threaten to flood the entire household after the three people here have finishing shitting from their rear ends. And there is nobody left to send for help so they are literally left to fend for themselves, swimming down Poo Valley.
2 Raccoons one diarrhea flood.
The new shock video sensation to hit the internet!
Straight Outta Crapton.
0/10 it was a shit movie.
10 gangsters 0 action.
It shocked the world and cut to loads of random people facepalming.
The new shock video sensation to hit the internet!
I just got hit with waves of deja vu.. or was it shit?
Hopefully Piman wasn't facepalming, as that would explain why his eye is brown. 1 palm of shit 1 eye, a song with lyrics created to this beat:
It is an eye-patch.
An eyepatch that he can see through!
I must contact my doctor regarding this new technological breakthrough!
Yeah! i-i-it is... it is definitively that! *sweat runs wild with nervous shaking* a brand new high end, futuristic see trough eyepatch! that's exactly what it is!
That's effectively, and totally, by all means, for all intents and purposes what he is wearing, is not like Piman would fall so low as to paint an eye on his eyepatch, or anything among that line of thought... no sir, not Piman, that's completely a state of the art eyepatch, with the latest on visual innovation.
Piman has just installed the latest update patch, finally granting him the powers of visibility. It would be an irony if he was blind in that eye.
BUT HE'S NOT!!!!!!
So he doesn't have to worry......
UNTIL GLAUCOMA KICKS IN!!!!!
Which wont happen for decades.
UNLESS HE SUFFERS SOME KIND OF FREAK GLAUCOMA ACCIDENT AT A YOUNG AGE!!!!!!
But that is unlikely.
OR IS IT??????
Yes. Now stop scaremongering.. random capital letter voice.
Are you... are you implying, that the super technologically advanced, almost magic in nature eyepatch, that is totally not a normal eyepatch with the drawing of an eye stamped on it, would not be able to deal with the hurdles of glaucoma!?
How you dare!
But what if Summer Glau placed her boobs over his eyepatch?
That would be an effective Glau inflicted coma...
So you're telling me that this technology has the ability to see past such suffocating boobs?
Yes it can, plus he is a Racoon, human boobs mean nothing to him.
Piman.. been seeing through silicon since Day Dot!
Silicon valley is glass valley to him.
Would making a cosplay codtum count as art on here?
Nope, you will have to upload that to your blog.
Codtum... God I wish I had a labtop. Good news, my cousin's trying to fix it.
Good news indeed.
And as mentioned about 11 comments ago - Poo Valley.
Some more accidental full circle shit to add to the ball of yarn.
Is a ball of shit by now.
All this talk of feces between you two.
We are shit-talking the shit out of each other's shit.
Holy shit, man! This shit is getting out of hand!
... But not out of Piman's hand, he has still got it on his palm, and nobody has taken him up on the offer of receiving his shit.
No one want's to take no shit from Piman, such is life.
They despise his shit, man.. but they want his pies, man.
And that sums up Piman. The Life of Pi.
The Life of Pi, man.
A story about the struggle of a shit negotiator.
Anyone would say that the internet was getting a lot of shockingly new content lately, but in the end of it all, it was the same old shit.
Same Shit, Different Daze...
Well shit, that statement really didn't make any sense till now.
She sells shit spores at the shit store.
Nobody will buy her shit.
Is true, Piman been trying to give it away for free and no luck.
"All ye! Come get ye' free shit! Yarrrggh. The freshest shit on the market."
"It is free shit, FREE SHIT! YO!" (he tried various accents after noticing that old school pirate was not working)
That's it! Maybe he should start pirating his shit. On the Brown Market.
Or the Dumping Grounds. Seems appropriate.
People don't want the original shit for free, why would they want the pirated shit now?
I will tell you why.
It is the thrill of doing something you should not do.
Getting pirated shit from the Brown Market? taking the risk of entering one of the Dumping Grounds rooms just for some pirated shit?
Deep down, the shit doesn't even matters, the shit is just a shitty excuse to go to the Brown Market, an excuse to visit the Dumping Grounds.
Now that's the real shit.
Beware, there is also a lot of fake shit on the Dumping Grounds amongst the real shit. Don't believe the 'Download one, get another one fae' special offers. Which is strange considering the first one was free anyway.
Those damn scat scammers.
Is like they think that people don't know their shit.
People do know their shit, they have known their shit since Day Dot.
-"I believe this is the 3rd lap."
-"We have come full circle! again..."
-"Now that's a load of shit."
-"Thanks i got it from the Brown Market."
What's the reason for this talk of shit?
There's only one thing that can explain shit, and that's food, obviously.
If you think about it, we breath plant shit...
Farts everywhere! it is a fecal world.
The same Brown Market that Dot Day attended back in the early 1950s. That's when markets really were shit. There was no excitement back then, only excrement.
The Brown Market was really popular back in the 50's, everyone was buying shit and what not.
Buying shit, selling shit, and wallowing in shit most probably.
That's just how shit went down back then...
Shit was going down everywhere, but not on the stock market, in there that shit was rising like anti-gravity diarrhea.
There wasn't just a Stock Market, there were stocks to put people in so that buckets of shit could be thrown at them by angry citizens.
Shit was going down everywhere, and now also on the stock market.
The stock market was now being turned into the sticky market.
It all went down like shit.
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