The Blake Wright is a magical land of silly, silly drawings and clever, clever observations and penisy, penisy penises. I insist that you go for a visit, double-park your Unicorn, and then giggle until your uvula falls off and chokes you to death.

I asked Mr. Wright if he had an Etsy store for you plebes to purchase his arts, and his reply was “no Etsy or anything – mostly just commission (in exchange for tug jobs).” I suggest you dust off your Gripmaster Hand-y Wrist Exerciser, kids…it’s gonna be a long and vigorous night.