A couple years ago while hanging out with a friend I got to flipping through her old high school sketchbooks. It's contents crammed full of insults, penis doodles and found treasures smooshed between the pages. Mostly bugs, leaves and trash labels, albeit no less sentimental than more ordinary gals daisies I imagine. Tucked into the middle of this dirty, worn out, soda splattered book there was a fantastical word play that had taken place. All of which were insults. The vulgar kind. The sort that make you snort, re-read to reassure that's what you really read then chuckle while shaking your head pondering, who thinks of things like that? I was told later it took place on a beach in Hawaii in the wee hours of the morning, while the beach sweepers were out. This makes it all the more hysterical. Who lays on the beach at sunrise thinking up disgusting insults? I know exactly who because I'm friends with them but not all of us are blessed with the sort of folks I keep in my menagerie. That's why in the spirit of keeping friends egos tackly in place I've created illustrations to accompany my favorites. All dapperly styled after the collections name sake Colonial Squat, obviously my favorite of the bunch. The full inappropriate greetings collection will be available in 2012.
