Showing posts with label wtf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wtf. Show all posts

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Your Daily Dose of WTFery.


















What in the hell is happening. Panel 1, we have Canary looking SOUL CRUSHINGLY DEPRESSED when presumably she is excited about feeding the birds. Panel 2, the normal skank-adjacent Helena is wearing a hat last seen on the Queen Mother. Panel 3, Babs has spontaneously gained about ten pounds. Panel 4, Canary is holding a pose that no human has ever held before. If you were pointing to your hot dog, is that the way you would do it? I just...I need to escape from this acid trip.

















This isn't out of the ordinary in and of itself, but you would not believe how long I stared at those shoes. I thought Babs was wearing some kind of two-tone shoes that were pink on top and black on the bottom and they were HUGE for some reason, and then THAT led me to wonder where in the hell Nightwing's feet went. Then when I figured out that his feet were the black ones, I had to figure out what he was doing with his feet to make them look like that. More time than I like to admit was spent trying to figure out this picture.














Meanwhile, Barbara has lost any pigment in her eyes and is contemplating on how to take over the world. Her boobs have also grown to Betty proportions. Better watch out Babs: I hear those things will smother you in your sleep.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Improbable
















AHHHHHHHHH! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Look at that abomination. She looks like a cross between a Na'vi and unholy demon spawn. If Lindsay Lohan mated with a giant squid and a praying mantis simultaneously, this is what their bastard child would look like.















This strikes me as a bit of an underreaction to the man who bound you and threw you into a river. Couldn't he at least manage a "@!#*$"?


















What in the world is this guy holding? A scimitar? Yeah, that's a great assassination plan.
"So I was thinking that I would just jump out at a random group of hookers in the middle of the city and attack them."
"Okay, sounds decent. How are you going to kill them? Gun? Knife? If you strangle them it will be quieter."
"Nah, I was just in Saudi Arabia and picked up this scimitar, and I've been dying to try it out. The weapon is largely unused in North America, but that won't be a problem, right? I mean, they'll never be able to trace it to me, right?"