Y'all, tip your fucking baristas. Paper money.

Nipples Galore

COMICS!

I'm back! I figured if Cosmo Magazine (May 2013 issue, page 112) calls me a cartoonist by profession then I should act like it. They have never, ever steered me wrong. And: professional make-up is the shit, y'all. Also, did you pre-order yet?? I am holding on 'til June. And finally, I care about you and I want you to be happy.

But realtalk: everything settles into the lines on my face now.

Death to New Wave. Long live Remy Martin.

Oh, so THAT'S who lives in all these condos...

Maybe she's born with it

High School Reunion

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind

6 Years

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My friend! I have been very busy: --I worked a lot --I got very sick --I got a little bit better, --but then I got sick again --But then Erin found me these jeans that are SO TIGHT that they MUST have been made for a slutty pre-teen with an eating disorder, and I had to wear them everyday because, c'mon, liquid diet Skeletor bods don't last forever --And then I got better, relatively speaking --So we ordered matching corduroy leggings because, well, see above --The Austin newspaper wrote a story about what I do --AND THEN I opened a nail salon, Nails Y'all, in north Austin. PHEW! So like I said, I've been very busy. That said, most of my comics have been on fingertips. Do you want fingertip comics? nailsyall@gmail.com But I haven't forgotten about Jug Wine, I swear.