








ANNIE HSIAO-CHING WANG
ARTIST
You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.
I don’t even have to do this one because PETA did it first by insinuating domestication is inherently abusive.
The sky
Used to trick and mock anyone who asks “what’s up?” A bullying tactic.
Super Mario Bros.
Stereotypes Italians, enforces the narrative of women who need men to rescue them, and encourages violence against turtles.
John Mulaney
He was over on the bench and he SAW what they did to Tyler and he did NOTHING.
Pokemon
Making your pets fight repeatedly is animal abuse.
OP literally argued that dogs were problematic but go off I guess
player: what if (exact prediction of gm’s plan)
gm:

Let me tell you a tale…
Once upon a time, I was running a DnD game for some friends. The player characters were checking out reports that a local town had been having trouble with monsters. They’re informed that it was true, a few years ago, but a copper dragon set up a lair in the mountains and chased all the awful creatures out. A dragon slayer showed up shortly thereafter and neither dragon nor slayer were heard from again. Players are disappointed at first, but then quickly perk up when some other plot threads become apparent.
A few sessions later, the place they were staying burned down (their fault), forcing them to check out the more expensive tavern in town. There, they meet Allie Cohol, a half-elf woman with red hair that owned and ran the tavern. She was cheerfully greedy, but still helpful and always ready with a cheesey joke… And after only the third joke, one of the players, Bill, froze and locked eyes with me. “You fucker. She’s the copper dragon,” Bill says.
That reveal was supposed to be a big thing later, so I’m kinda on the spot. Fortunately, another player, Fran, pipes up and says, “nah, that’s stupid. The dragon in the mountain is a red herring. We’re here for the cultists.” The cultists were in the sewer and the PCs were actually working for the cleric Big Bad without them knowing.
“No, listen,” Bill continued. “Red hair. Greedy. Bad jokes… Her name is Allie Cohol.”
Everyone around the table gives him a fairly blank look, but I’m sweating bullets. Threads that I had spun oh so carefully were half a heartbeat away from unraveling. Bill is getting this real wild look in his eyes and pounds a fist against the table. “Allie Cohol. HER NAME IS ALCOHOL.”
Fran then slowly pans over and looks me dead in the eyes. “The deadly joke ability. She’s a goddamn dragon.”
this is beautiful
The boys just love our Airbnb. The yard is so huge and has so many new smells and plants. Neither of them usually get zoomies!
I’m kinkshaming all of Germany
Is it better or worse if I tell y'all that “Nüsse” means “nuts”
Dicke means Fat or Thick
this post only gets worse
super dickman’s thick nuts
when I was a little kid (we’re talking 6 or 7 years old) I was REALLY into The Far Side and Calvin and Hobbes and we owned like every The Far Side collection in print so by 2nd grade I was determined to be a cartoonist but my sense of humor was pretty warped and from time to time my “art” would draw (arguably justified) scrutiny from my elementary teachers but none so much as this piece that I tried to recreate a few months back in my childhood art style for full effect

I don’t remember getting in too much trouble over this one, but I also don’t remember it getting the praise I KNEW it deserved and if you ask me, this is still pretty hilarious coming from the hand of a 7 year old. If these are directly taken from Gary Larson, I don’t know, but I really remember thinking these up myself.
This one was captioned “Katie’s fun day at the pond comes to an abrupt end.”

Who is Katie? I have no idea. Where did I learn the word “abrupt?” Probably Calvin and Hobbes. The original version of this is actually framed in my uncle’s kitchen; he and my dad were my biggest fans.
There was another instance where my teacher asked us to illustrate our favorite part of an earlier field trip, and I drew us having lunch at the McDonald’s playground, and while everything else was in good order, there happened to be a skeleton buried in the ball pit.
“Why is there a skeleton in the ball pit” people would ask.
2nd grade me shrugged, “stayed in there too long.”
im happy they worked it out
I need updates on this
are they still bffs?
