Friday caption contest.

Thursday, 20 November 2008, at 23:58

Thank you to those who have been emailing me pictures for the caption contest; my archive is finally expanding. There are definitely a few gems sparkling amid the pebbles. Please continue sending.

In the meantime, let’s play.

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Jacob Zuma wants kids to pray.

Thursday, 20 November 2008, at 11:53

Jacob Zuma has come out swinging by suggesting that kids should pray before school. He stated that, by “fearing God”, as a result of prayer enforcement, society’s moral code will return to the “norms of yesteryear”.

Here is what I think.

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I finally bought a home.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008, at 09:41

During November 2005, I left the corporate world to become a cartoonist. I had very little talent and very little money. Today, three years later, not much has changed except that I have managed to create a wannabe salary from drawing and colouring in pictures.

Last week, my soul was finally completely sold to Satan the bank. I was granted a bond.

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Charlize a UN peace messenger?

Monday, 17 November 2008, at 10:50

Charlize Theron is overrated. And while she can sometimes pull off a convincing South African accent, she possesses a strange way of making males feel lousy for being born with a penis. Nevertheless, the United Nations recently named her a Messenger Of Peace. Whatever that is.

Which is a fitting title, since South Africa is a peaceful country.

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Friday caption contest.

Thursday, 13 November 2008, at 23:58

It’s that time again. And this week’s picture is a goodie.

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Bond girls and their, um, guns.

Thursday, 13 November 2008, at 10:28

Since we are on the topic of the ultimate and manliest secret agent, let’s now move our attention across to a far more important subject.

The hottest Bond girls.

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Let’s discuss James Bond.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008, at 23:15

Ordinarily, I’m not much of a James Bond fan. That is because, over the decades, the once very manly film somehow managed to evolve into a riveting story about the world’s top secret queer who crashes his car, drinks and gambles in casinos, and gets stripped down and tied up by a bunch of men.

In the next movie, his name should rather be James Bondage. Expectations wouldn’t be as high, then.

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