Exquisite Corpse 12
©1993 Craig Ashby and Laura Farrow
3″ x 5″
Pen and Ink

Exquisite Corpse 12 is more high ridiculousness. Strange and awkward goodness. Which is more than I can say about the train I am on right now.

Today is the ultimate douchebag holiday. It’s SantaCon. I think the the Con actually stands for conventional. Or conservative. Who knows?

Basically it’s gay pride for bros. People who don’t do anything but wait for major holidays to fist bump and chest bump. All kinds of bumps, just like herpes.

Trust me when I say that this festival ruins an already dark holiday. All you need to see is one beer brawl with all the major players in Santa uniforms to call it quits.

Other memories include Santas who have pissed themselves or vomiting Santas. Santas with vomit on the Santa suit are worth a hundred points.

And then there are the slutty elves. Girls who have somehow mixed up the faux glamour of the Kardashians with Christmas. Kris Jenner should petition a name change to Khristmas to help all the skanks out.

The eighties were the age of the yuppie. They never left. But they are losing traction to the mass of zombies we can call douchebags. It’s genderless, so join in ladies.