Hookers or Cake

Where the self-obsessed get serious about silly
I'm too wacky to be hip.

--------------------------------

    • Illustration
    • My Videos
    • The best of Hookers or Cake
    • ------------------------------------- How this blog got its name

      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

      -----------------------------------

      Amazon.com Widgets

      -------------------------------------- more fun categories

      --------------------------------------

      • Inspiration
      • art
      • ----------------------------------------- some tumblr friends

        -----------------------------------------

        • Rrrick
        • Fuzzy Dave
        • Wonder Tonic
        • ----------------------------------------- some writing

          -----------------------------------------

          • Josh Luft
          • I'm a Veronica
        • Mr. King was here
          • Aloha Friday
          ----------------------------------------
          tell me lies! Submit stuff
          • October 17, 2010 12:57 am
            fewer things make me happier than the mystery of art and when I say art, I don’t mean ART! you know like most of the shit in galleries and important books I mean art like in the dumb shit people do that makes them happy

            fewer things make me happier than the mystery of art

            and when I say art, I don’t mean ART!

            you know like most of the shit in galleries and important books

            I mean art like in the dumb shit people do that makes them happy

            1. reblogged this from
            2. said: who painted this, please?
            3. reblogged this from
            4. reblogged this from hookersorcake and added:
            5. reblogged this from hookersorcake
            6. said: Bosch
            7. reblogged this from hookersorcake
            8. hookersorcake posted this