You should think about wearing some clothes when you visit the spider blob's house.

You can't grow these in just any garden.

This one can turn your rowboat into a ski-boat.

An unauthorized collaboration with Deborah.

Giant, hovering liver.

Julie resting.

Some kind of fertility dance.

On an icy blob with a big muff.

Purple haze.

Celebrating capital punishment with tubular flesh.

Some kind of water-walking ghost.

Your old milker smells.

Pleased with her blob-friend.

Dancing through a psychedelic storm.

A pair of big buddies.

Sinking into a flesh-sky.

Diggin' a love-mound.

EvB-Portrait Society-js collaboration.

The body-halo protects this one from the spotted lickers.

Blondie on a hot-ball-o'-fire-blob.

Spider orbs.

Some kinda obsessed playboy type.

Getting friendly with a sea creature.

Harvesting the meaty tips off of these stalagmites.

This witch is obsessed with T-bone steaks.

Bopsy with the living-hovering-toilet-seat-creature.

No matter what you're doing, call your local meteorologist immediately when you see these bad boys coming.

This is why you keep the pigs in the barn.

Riding a wild sausage.

Tootsy gripping horny.

Poopsy becoming one with a blob.