Hello Internet viewers. I'm Newman, ...um.....ahhhh.....Hmm

I can think of clever things to DRAW all day long, but I can't think of anything clever to SAY to save my life. Lucky for me I have never found myself in such a situation.

So lady and the Twins is Up now, Thank the shirt gods, and behind the scenes metal ink gnomes for that.
I have the impression that this site is run by oozie toting Brazilian bikini models under the watchful eye of one Mr. Derrick "Blue Steel" Zoolander

I would like to share a few more words if I may. As one might expect to learn about a parent by listening to them blather on about there kids, one might also learn of a designer by hearing them blather on about there stupid doodles, (I think that set off the corny alarm)

Side note: If my ego were on a chart of biggest things, it would be somewhere between Godzilla, and a peanut, I take great pride in my work some of the time, but I draw shit for money, and how cool is that, so how serious can I really be.

Ok I are serious now: ehem From my brain to the tip of the pen is only half the journey, I need you guys (noogie) to help make it a real shirt.

Nearly 85% of my drawings wither and die in some forgotten corner of the internet. Without your vote today, this could be the next to take that Lonely walk to the bone yard of tee shirts. Also Nearly 100% of all percentages I make up are fake half the time.

Side Note again: The names have all been changed for legal reasons, and to protect the innocent tender pockets of D.C. Comics
(a brief decision between myself, Baitman, Birdboy and, The Tarot, act one, scene one, the about me section of a metal ink member, present day)

-WE find Quakerninja, and The Terot Alone in an apropreate setting, Quakerninja is bound to a manicahal device set to kill him if he dosen't say something clever...AND SOON!!

Tarot: Why so seer-ious Mr. Qua-ker Neen Ja?

Me: You and Harley Quin still hanging out, I went to school with her sister Manne

Tarot: (blank face)

Me: Mannequin get it. (crickets) -Crash Bang Boom, Just then-

Baitman: (bursting in threw rooftop) Suck a carrot Tarot, I haven't laughed at you, since your face got more horribly disfigured then the Phantom of the opera.

Birdboy: (Walking in eating a clonedike bar) Yeah it's time to face the music of the dark knight.

Me: Oh for fucks sake man. Now the lawers are going to kick my ass.

Tarot: (turns over card revealing a dead parrot) Muah ha ha It's the 5 of Parrots the death card Suck it birdboy...

Me: They are all death cards.

Tarot: Shut up you....I hope you get the avian flu and die in a heap, turd blossom.

Baitman: to Birdboy ...Just (beat) Go wait in the car.
...Two be continued

So anyway as I was saying

I rely heavily on these contest for my luxurious and extravert life style as a humble drawer or stuff, This Mc Donald's happy meal is not going to pay for itself people.

Thank you.
P.S. I mean how many other people do you know can just write an impromptu script for Baitman and Quakerninja.
I don't know why or how but I really do think I have a special brain and
Who wouldn't want to support that. also If there are any D.C. people here, call me.