We know, we know – you’re all surprised to see hecklerspray taking such concern with feminine hygiene. But it’s a real issue, you know? In some third world countries women have to use really tiny bundles of hay because the lady corks that come in packs of twelve are just too expensive to buy over and over again.
Imagine then, a crotch clogger that you only have to buy once – because it lasts forever.
In Nigeria, for instance, all a village-woman would have to do is trade an exceptionally shiny squirrel pelt (the national currency, we think) once, and her monthly girl needs could be met for life. Read More >>>
When Shawn Lindseth isn’t guest editing hecklerspray he’s making sure orphans the world over have decent clothing and a roof over their heads. That’s just the kind of guy he is.
And when he’s not doing that he’s selling illegal animal pelts on the black market. Speaking of which – if you’re interested in a bathrobe made of zebra skin/skull combo, make yourself heard down in the comments section. As a possible sale point – the tongue helps dry your hair.
And when he’s not doing any of that – he fancies himself a cartoonist. On the next page you’ll see just why.
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For several years now hecklerspray has known it’s been third or fourth in line to inherit a low budget, poorly constructed South Korean animation studio. Luckily for us Kim Jong-il recently sent a batch of communist assassination tigers to tear at the throats of all those who stood in our way.
Not specifically because they stood in our way, mind you, but probably because they kept refusing Jong-il’s IM chat requests. Never deny a dictator, that’s one thing we’ve always lived by. Anyway – over the course of many, many months hecklerspray’s very own Shawn Lindseth has used his spare time to animate a moving story of love, loss, and a horrible plague of killer-dyslexia that absolutely ravages a city.
Its his first original work, animation-speaking. Enjoy it, won’t you. And for Pete’s sake click on that Digg link. If not for us, then do it for our recently dead Korean relatives and the memory of their meaty, delicious throats.
