Here is a painting of my brother Mike. He’s a really big Star Wars fan. I tried to give this painting to him as a gift but he didn’t want it for some reason. I’m kidding of course. Who wouldn’t want this painting?

My brother Mike is a great guy. He does fantastic with the ladies, and perhaps we now know how he does it. My only hope is that there really isn’t a book titled “The Jedi Guide to Dating,” because then I think the Star Wars people will come looking for me. I’d say by the way George Lucas has cornered the market, its a definite possibility.

There are people who like Star Wars and there are people who LOVE Star Wars. You know who you are, and this painting is for you.

Eerily similar to what my washroom looks like on a more-than-regular basis.

Minus the Starwars portrait behind the toilet.

And the Jedi Guide to Dating.

Okay, okay, so the only thing that’s similar is the geeky dude with the shit eating grin named Mike.

Sorry Mike, but it’s true.

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He used to leave his dentures EVERYWHERE.  You can own this print!  Nothing says home like a full colour print of rotting dentures.

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Evil baby wall plaque will EAT YOUR FACE.

(also, he has cataracts so stand close so he can see you.)

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Can I get a cushion over here?  This chair is killing my ass.  Do you have any idea how heavy my head is?  It’s like walking around with a beluga on my neck.  This shit is heavy, dammit.

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Forget the flies. This pig head is the ruler of all Devil Pigs.

This is one of my favorite jugs I’ve ever made–he doesn’t have horns, but I still group him with my Devil Pig Jug series. He is the boss of the Devil Pig Jugs.

Like Boss Hog, right?

Big Pig Head Whiskey Face Jug made with local slip and ash glaze

Ha! Boss Hog.

Get it?

Whiskey face,

definition: what your face looks like after a night of whiskey and roofies, a la Hangover.

I think that’s about the same look I’d have on my face while trying to conceal my horror if this happened to be one of my Christmas gifts.

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