Gaze Upon The Beauty Of The Elongated Penny.

A special thanks to Eric M for sending two wonderful examples of elongated pennies for the ever growing Pretty Penny Project. Mr Eric your certificate of thanks in on the way.

Untitled With Beater T.

This is the last of the commissioned Scumbags drawings. No name, just a fresh, out of the package beater t. He has the look.

Another Reason to Care! A Show Poster.

Tomorrow nights "Gastro Non Grata" event at the 311 Club in Northeast will feature some of Minneapolis/St Paul's top chefs discussing the state of dinning in our twin cities. Sure to be the sleeper event of the weekend. And of course you will be able to pick up this beautiful two color poster at the show to add a little panache to your hovel.

Mother You'd Like To Never See Again.

Angel is her name. She enjoys playing on-line keno while she watches the stories.

What Are You Looking At?

Here is the second commissioned scumbag illustration. This one was completed Saturday night and given the name Mike. Why Mike you may be asking? Why not? We would love to do more commissioned drawings and illustrations for homes, office spaces, and corporate annual reports. Drop us a line and inquire about our reasonable rates.

Meet Miss Lady Scumbag.

We are working on a commissioned series of Scumbag drawings, the first one completed last night is Miss Mary Lou a sight to behold for sure.

Scumbag Flash Fiction: A Couple of Saw Bucks.

He ran the light on Rosemount and headed for the house full throttle. He was late and this was birthday season. Lenoard knew the grandmas would be sure to kick in a couple saw bucks each for the kid. He just had to get the mail before Darlean's shift a Pic and Pay ended. His timing had been perfect all week: getting home before Darlean, checking the mail, then zipping back to Tony O's for the afternoon. But today was different. There was that distraction, Michelle, in those tight tight jeans and that gravity defying tube-top, and now he was late. Darlean's Maverick was nowhere to be seen as he pulled around the corner. He was relieved as he walked up the drive, eyeballing the loaded mailbox. Junk, junk, bills, and there--finally the card. He tore the envelope and card open and pocketed two crisp twenties. He turned around and stared into the dismayed eyes of Darlean. "I can't believe you would do that. Give me the money, you selfish prick," Darlean said, "it's your daughter's birthday." "Prove it," Leonard replied as he brushed aside Darlean and headed for the car.

Say Hello To Deke Our Newest Scumbag.

Rough, tuff, and scabbied is the only way to describe the newest member of the scumbag family. Deke can't be bothered by no one and nuthin,he is his own man. He should show up on the site in a week or so, pre-orders and receive a complimentary bar of soap.

One More From The Canyon.