in "The Bitchin' Mariah Cary Thing They Got Goin' On"

Hey, she was hot back in the day.  Who didn't stroke to that ?

As interactive as the 'toon was, no one decided.  My fans, I swear.

Rhonda Shear.  My god.  She must be a cougar's cougar by now.

Not to worry.  I promise not to draw Mariah Carey or Rhonda Shear as they are today getting fucked by FnP.

I can't recall exactly where I had first seen Rhonda Shear.

Day at the Beach

I don't have to explain this do I?

Montage

I do believe this is the genesis of Nancy Lovejoy.  If I created her prior to this, that 'toon is gone.  We have a remark about Zima, an alcoholic beverage which was hyped the fuck up and turned out to be clear lemonade or some such.  And I had ideas of FnP being in a band called PAIN, which went absolutely nowhere.

I wonder?  Did my drinking have anything to do with not following through?

Nancy Lovejoy

She just walked by him, saw him, and yanked his ass out of the chair.  Isn't that how we all want to meet women?

Volumes could be written about Nancy, but I prefer to draw her.  If you are thinking Sid (Vicious) and Nancy, you're on the money.  If you don't know who Sid Vicious was, we don't live on the same plane of reality.

From here on, there is sort of a complete Fred and Nancy arc.

Sort of. . .

CAUTION: Another highly graphic bit of pornography follows.  As well it should.

Hey! HEY! Down here.  You done you dirty bastard?

 This 'toon sets a precedent and tone for their relationship.

I don't think "passive" is the right word I was looking for.  "Too big of a pussy" is what I was thinking.  Passive is what a dominatrix wants, at least that is what I've gleaned from the pictures I've found.

There's nothing like a man curled up on the filthy, piss smelling floor of a bar's men's room laughing his ass off.

It is something I hope I never, ever fucking see.

And I have to apologize for the following.  Be warned.

 

This is, in no way shape or form, or in any culture except maybe the Middle East, funny.  If you so much as snicker, you are a sick fuck who needs help, or his ass kicked by a mob of enraged bikers.

 

I have no idea what brought this on.  Maybe frustrations with the 1st wife, I don't know.

This 'toon was actually confiscated with a sketchbook of other art from the 335th breakroom table by MSgt. White.  MSgt. Purser pulled my ass out the fire on that on.  On hindsight, maybe he should have let me burn.  Would have taught me a lesson.  But God protects fools and I sure was a fool.

I would have omitted this piece of shit but it would have left next 'toon without context.

Besides, it's really just Hollywood magic.  Nancy wasn't harmed in any way.  That's fake blood and a foam bottle.  Scout' honor.  Honest Injun.

And here the Nancy arc sort of ends.  Okay, yeah, you had a good part.  Doing what? I don't fuckin' know.

"Basement of My Soul"

Oo. Spooky song there Fred. Why do you not cut the excess string from the tuning posts you dork?  What kind of little dick microphone is that?

I must admit, that's some pretty damn good artwork on those fishnets.  They are difficult to draw without a picture, or God forbid, an actual model.  I guess I could just buy a pair for myself and pose in the mirror, but I don't think anyone coming across that chance discovery would understand my dedication to draw perfectly each strand as they curve along the shape of the legs.  It has to be right.

Roxanna and Savannah

And you know what?  I've never seen a Savannah porn flick.  I do know that she is no longer alive.  I didn't do a lot of colored 'toons.  Only this one, another, and the mentioned "The Great American Babe Collection Part II", which is nothing but porn and will not be included in this archive.  It deserves its own document, and its several pages long.  Another request for reader participation that was never answered.

While Standing in Line for a Beer

 

 This appears to be the beginning of more serial style stories that really never took off.  I had a lot of ideas and no patience to draw them all out.  There was no continuation of this arc.  The Great American Babe Collection: II followed this.

The Sharon and Cindy Thing that Didn't Work Out

This one obviously got marred, from an old battery I think given the brown color of the stains.  The drawing on these are a poor as if I were in a rush to get it done.  This one's a yawner.

She's Back!

As was alluded to in the above Roxanna and Savannah 'toon, Nancy returns to kick ass.  Every one's ass.

The obvious fuck up on my part is that she is riding a motorcycle—or a scoot as they like to call 'em—while wearing a miniskirt and fishnets.  I don't see this as being realistic attire, but I wasn't thinking about shit like that when I drew this.  As if she wouldn't look hot in a pair of tight leather pants.

Excuse me. I've  got to get a pencil.  I'll be right back . . .

 

Man, is Peckerhead annoyed or what?

Uh, no.  The questions won't be answered.  Sorry.

Battle of the Biker Bitches

Aw man, there's a lot of white space under those panels. For fuckin' shame.  I should be taken out back and beaten.  Or at least taken down into the dungeon and beaten.  One or the other.

I was drawing these 'toons in Saudi on one of those never-ending three month deployments.

Looks there was gonna be a fight.

Looks like we ain't never gonna see it.

Don't know what ever happened to Roxanna.