Slave Driver

sorry, but I said. 3 days. Go, create, love, die.
Then you can do it to me.

BANG!

I've been a busy sook.

3 weeks! this is ridiculous! Once you post up yours campbell, I will issue a challenge that we will have to meet within 3 days to make up for it!

New Challenge

Our next challenge has come way outta left feild, from a guy named Tom, Perth W.A. He says:

"Hi, my name is Thomas,
The scope of Mr Squiggle seems to be evolving fasta then pasta, so I'm going to continue that trend. To do that, I'm going to mess with one of the main rules of Mr Squiggle. Previously, to my knowledge, Squigglers had to always keep the squiggle as the top layer in their piece.
Today, that rule will change, you can draw over this squiggle as much as you want. Obviously, in theory, you could cover the entire image and not incorporate my squiggle at all...
but how boring would that be?
Good luck Babes and Dudes, sorry to be a dick.
Love Thomas."

Move made

Well I'm made of paper, plasticiene and photoshop, AS WELL AS, sugar and spice and all things nice. So there.

Game On.

I'm made of lifesavers, sexy vaginas and flowers.

DUEL CHALLENGE!

The heat is on...



Hi my name is Harry Eslick, I live in Perth Australia. Here is a challenge for both squiggle masters
- let's see what you're made of!

nothing like a good ol' EPIC

- You might want to click on this to veiw the detail.

Hmmm... perhaps not as innovative as yours, but I kind of liked the idea.

ATTACK!!!!!!

For you...



And I'll be most dissapointed if they're three faces.

And here's mine...



Sorry for the delay, but it's hard to get a hold of willing and able bodies to experiment on.

and here it is... my revenge!

A gift for you monsieur...

mega response

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note



The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"



Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married;
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.



Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.



They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;



And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

JAPAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!

Now cop this.



JAPAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!



Keeping it topical.

sorry for the wait!

Here's a new little squiggle for ya, will be interesting to see what you do with it...



This one almost got me but not quite! It got the whale though.

Whack Back!

But now it's your turn to sink your teeth around THIS!



That was a tough one indeed.

upping the anti

I think this will be quite difficult...

annihilation

After living underground for a year, Male Molecrickets play love songs loudly outside their burrows during a wet summer dusk. Females flying in the air judge the sound he makes and may be attracted by his call. She mates with him in his burrow, but after mating she will force him out of his burrow forever and will stay there and lay eggs.
Used for sex and homeless, the male molecricket crawls off vulnerably into the night.

THE WAIT IS OVER!!!!

And the challenge has been issued.

Booka-booka

Chew on this!

In your eye lemon pie!

you say 'what's for tea?' I say, a serve of hot dancer

Return to Sender.

What you got for tea?