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…because it meant we now had someone else to put in ridiculous outfits.

Grey's Chip!

Mr. Fabulous was a bit too optimistic.

Fab's Dale!

We’re now having twice as much fun,


Cbus on a garbage can? Come on!

One can even features a music venue I’ve been to more than any other venue in the country: Newport Music Hall.

Newport Music Hall!

Amazingly, these garbage cans are making me feel nostalgic. Think I’ll have to visit Cbus again soon… which means these garbage cans are doing their job.

Columbus is no trash-can city,


…for sending Mr. Fabulous a gift that officially makes her one of us!

The Fab in the hat!

By Dr. Fabulous!

She was feeling so left out,



Print wasn’t enough, so they put her up on their Instagram page!

That’s more likes than I ever got,


Not only will you get some awesome Dwellephant hand lettering on the cover…

"Chicago" magazine's July issue features Dwellephant hand lettering...

…but you’ll also be treated to a photo of Mr. Fabulous wearing sunglasses.

...and Mr. Fabulous.

Mr. Fabulous has been in print more than me,


…on December 28th, 2015.

Mr. Dumpulous

When I posted the pic to Facebook a good friend of ours named Greg commented: “This is the most artistic picture of a dog taking a crap I’ve ever seen.”

A couple months later, I sent Greg and Mana (who is Greg’s new wife) a copy of the photo as a wedding gift.

A few weeks ago, Greg sent me this photo:

Fuck the Louvre! My art is hanging in Mana and Greg's bathroom!

That’s right, my photo of Mr. Fabulous taking a dump is now framed and hanging in their bathroom. Greg and Mana can now enjoy this beautiful image for all eternity… or at least every time they take a dump.

I’m honored to have art hanging anywhere in your house, guys, especially in such an important room.

I’m a shartist,


The Albion Beasts.

That makes three of us,


Mr. Hamulous!

Pretty sure it wasn’t the first time,


…I adopted a little four-month-old mutt named Lacy.

Lacy had been adopted by a family one month earlier. An hour before I arrived at the shelter, that family had returned Lacy for “playing too rough” with their child. I translated this into “just being a puppy.”

I had never owned a pet, let alone a dog, so I was admittedly nervous about my decision to take this sweet little girl—a sweet little girl with a ton of energy and a penchant for eating things that weren’t even remotely edible—home with me.

I’m so glad I did, because it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

On the morning of March 18th, 2006, Lacy was returned to a shelter. Later that afternoon, she left it for good with me and a new name: Mr. Fabulous.

The best.

She’s the best, I love her to death, and I can’t imagine life without her.

Happy Anniversary,


Thanks, Jamie!

She loves it!

It all started 17 years ago,