Merry Chri . . . eh, forget about it

This ends 1993, it being a Christmas 'toon and all.

That thing in the lower right panel is a LAN line phone, for those of you too young to recall such archic technology.  Even though there were letters on the numbers like normal cell phones, you couldn’t text with them. 

I don't think the continuing parts of this 'toon were done at all.  It may seem like the one above in the undated section is the second part, but then what about this chick here that Peckerhead is liplocking?  I wouldn't get rid of her.

I think I was deciding that the whole Santa Claus thing was a stupid fuckin' idea.

Somewhere, someone has a couch that looks just like that.

COPS : Babes on Patrol

      This unfinished 2 and a third pages is the only dated 'toon from 1994.

 I really like this layout with a diminished title block off-center in the body of the page.  Beer bottles are everywhere.  Once you fill up the garbage can, there's no where else to put them. 

We had librarian fetish earlier, so this time it's cop fetish.

I don't know if I could sleep through gun fire so close to my head.  But Fred is a marvel to behold.

And really, the only thing that Peckerhead has going for him is a benevolent creator.

 

And that's that.  Doing this I've noticed a pattern:  when it comes time to draw the sex scene, I quit, with the exception of some.

There is no doubt that poor Peckerhead would be subjected to humiliating sexual harassment from grossly misconductive female law enforcement officers.  Shit, they might be suspended without pay for a couple of hours.

1995

'Though this one is not dated, I know it comes screaming at us from 1995.

The paper matches the paper from other dated sources, of which there aren't very many for this year.

Did someone piss on the wall?

Very likely.

But not much.

At Mikey's Pizza and Pussy Parlor

In fact, all the 'toons for this year where done in lovely Grande Centre, Alberta Canada near Cold Lake.

 

The Canucks do things a bit different with their strippers.  The girls do a tour and come your place of business if you are interested in hosting them.  "Mikey's Pizza" was just such a place.  "This is like Chuck E. Cheese, but just for Daddy, kids."

There were no garters to slip paper money into.  No.  You tossed them.  And the Canadian $1 "gooney" coin is not a small chunk of metal.

And no, there were no real teddy bears in the cordoned off area.  And yes that is a portrayal of a real stripper.  And no, the nipples are not exaggerated for effect.

Well, maybe a little. They were quite lengthy.

What the well endowed exotic entertainer is recounting is an actual event, historically documented in this prestigious 'toon.

Of course, Fred and Peckerhead wasn't really there.  They are fictitious characters. haha

And I wasn't talking to the strippers either.  But man, it wouldn't have bothered me if I had.

Kaotic Shithole

Club Kaos.

Packed nightly with young, very young—not just barely legal, but barely legal to drive—girls.

I never took the time to complete the inking.  I need a staff.  I do like the crafty way I split the 'toon in half by what Fred is thinking and by what Peckerhead is saying and using the table to mark the invisible border of the panels.  It looks open, but there is that divide.

I know.  Go ahead and say it. I'm a fuckin' genius.