Fuckin a', man. Swirly adheres to no schedule of holidays. Swirlidays. That was dumb. I made that part up. Sorry. I think there's a tree in there somewhere...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Episode 106: Modern Thought
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Episode 105: Speakin' Out
Monday, March 16, 2009
Episode 104: Success Comes In Small Doses
Watch here as success comes in a rather large dose: The social commentary on the goals of Hitler and the end of rule in Turin, Italy under the house of Savoy.
Labels:
conduit for sale,
dank cheese,
germans,
malkmoose,
rhinoplasty
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Episode 103: Monkey Business
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Episode 102: Swane
What follows is a skeleton from the closet of Hollywood. The only footage that remains of the original film, "Swane." Once discovered as a fetishist, Swirly was fired and replaced by Alan Ladd, who was (slightly) taller and a more believable human. Song copyright Phil Spector, 1953 (he was 13).
Actual movie footage
Actual movie footage
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Episode 101: Old Swirler
You can't hardly tell at first, not till they get to the point of slobbering and staggering around. When you see a critter in that fix, you know for sure. But you want to watch for others that ain't that far along. Now, you take a bobcat or a fox. You know they'll run if you give 'em the chance. But when one don't run, or maybe makes fight at you, why, you shoot him and shoot him quick. After he's bitten you, it's too late.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Episode 100: Dream Brother
The true Episode 100! For best viewing open this page and play the song (in a new window), or better yet, play the version from Mystery White Boy (i couldn't find it online). NEVER the album version.
Wait until the lyrics begin before you start reading.
Wait until the lyrics begin before you start reading.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Episode 99: Baggage
Friday, February 13, 2009
Episode 98: Pale Fire
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Prepare to get the living hunt fucked outta you!
Gotta get to Burning Man, man. The desert. It's like God's grundle.
Days go by and I'm still high...
I haven't written one this putrid since Moses farted in the desert and made the Jews smell it for 40 years.
This timely number sure lays a hot load of ZING on a few key human beings on earth.
I had something amusing to put here, but it's on a crumbled up piece of paper somewhere. Condolences.
* - arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!
A man turned into a child. Swirly transforms and meets a very large baby.
How many people do you think got angry when Harry Kalas died? One. Just one.
If someone said it, it has to be true!
Some would say excess is like beating a dead horse. Not to our hero! He'd take that horse, fry it and call it steak.
Time for a light-hearted romp for the kids. Parental Advisory: Swirly's leather jacket turned into a weird beard. This may confuse and/or frighten children.
Sometimes there's a man. Sometime's there's a gay alien.
Highlights, slo-mo, discussion and insight. The game is only the beginning.
Hey it's time for breakfast!
"I piss on your spit, I shit on your piss, I fart on your shit, I laugh at your fart. We are friends again! Hey!" This is truly a serious matter.
Could I just type "Hey it's time for breakfast!" here and get away with it? Never. I love my viewers.
Luuuucyyyyy!! Brought to you by Tom Coburn and Barack Obama.
Clomp clomp clomp go the horses. Can't a guy get some peace and quiet?
"He's SoOoOO nonthreatening. SOoOo HoTTt!!
This is a companion piece I guess. It's either deep or shallow. Some sweet candy here, folks.
I personally hate S. He called my mother words in German and took a shit in our bathroom that lasted over 17 hours. Needless to say we had to buy some new wallpaper.
The worst yet. Koosh-head gets his goose fed
An update! It must be opposite day!
This one comes courtesy of Mr. Theodore Kaczynski, beloved Swirly fan. Where he is, he had to draw with some acid from his distended anus and sewn together human eyelids.
We've Got Our Finger On The Pulse Of America!
Quality is...
Back due to popular demand: yer favorite character.
The text here is about as vague as the joke. Wait, there is no joke.
Swirly sings songs of freedom, oppression and peaks of mountains drizzled in human DNA.
A celestial orgy. Men with diapers stripping for their mistresses. I'm glad this is only a cartoon.
Swirly doesn't really have any black friends. He sure isn't making any more here.





