Many years from now, when you're old and grey, will you be able to look your children in the eye and honestly tell them that you use to socialize with other human beings by way of donning an animal costume and adopting an alternate persona? "Son, have I ever told you how I met your mother?" Yep, let the psychiatric counseling sessions begin!
I dunno, call it a personal preference....I just don't make a habit of doing pieces with full-on, in-your-face genitalia and/or insertion. They always seem to leave so little to the imagination. Now, you'd think I'd have a similar hang-up about doing incestial relations, but...yeah, let's not call that kettle black just yet.
I mention in a previous post that Lois Flagston is in fact the sister of one Beetle Bailey. Now, keeping the whole cartoon incest theme in mind, when was the last time you've ever seen (or even heard of) a Lois-Beetle tryst? Food for thought.
As for the piece itself, I was trying to dull down the color pallet a bit in comparison to previous ones of Lois and Chip (which can be seen here and here)....and to be quite honest, I was just too lazy to attempt shading and highlighting it. Somewhere, probably on paheal, someone made the off-handed remark that my colors reminded them of ice cream. I want to think that was a compliment....hell, everybody loves ice cream. Rocky Road is my personal choice as an instrument of (self)destruction.
Let's play a little word association. When you hear the term 'ball gag', what's the first thing that comes to mind? Personally, I think of Butch and Marsellus in a certain scene from Pulp Fiction, but that's just me. Other people however, imagine any given cartoon character wrapped up in a BDSM scenario...and commission said scenario accordingly. Different strokes for different folks I suppose.
"What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggas who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medieval on your ass!"
Somewhere in the background 'ol Fred, camera in hand, is saying something to the affect of, "C'mon Pebblie-Poo, smile pretty for Daddy...now, watch the birdie!" A miniature pterodactyl pops out of the camera and strikes a flint....*Flash*
"You forgot to take the lens cap off dum-dum", scolds the Great Gazoo.