Intestoons: Is That Ink On Your Sleeve Or Have You Been Juggling Squid Again?

Greetings
Herein you will find the musings, ramblings and rumblings of Your Humble Cartoonist, one Philbert The Ubiquitous, The Benign Tooner of Pixelvania.
Born amid the furor surrounding The Great Questioning and just before the era of The Not-So-Great Surrounding, the young Philbert disguised his ineptitude for most things by rendering two-dimensional representations of mildly amusing incidents he witnessed in the village.
He used these "comics" to blackmail local goat pounders and to get chicks. To give you an idea of his success in these ventures, he ended up with a rather impressive Used Goat Lot. "It's a living," he was once heard muttering over the bleating din of his precious billies and nannies... and his goats.

"My Life Among The Inka"
From The Recently Discovered Journal Of Tobias T. Paraquat, Esq.
I have been living here among the Dootykaka peoples for several hours now and I can say with the utmost certainty that they are a dim and unpleasant lot. It could be the altitude of their village responsible for their general disorientation and poor table manners. But, more likely its the cross-breeding with the indigenous Stinktailed Fecal Monkeys that populate the surrounding hills that make these folks so unappealing. The monkey's screams reverberate through the valleys at all hours of the day and night making sleep or even simple reasoning difficult. It appears it is the monkeys that object to the inter-species mating rituals. I understand completely and empathize deeply.

I set forth for the Amosanandes Mountain Range on the Polypanesian Island of Jernekkid from my home in Old Bristle Town in order to bring cartooning to the native peoples (and their simian cousins, and uncles, and in some cases brothers and sisters.) It has long been my dream to provide crudely rendered pictograms depicting humorous situations to the unenlightened. The unenlightened seem to be the only ones even remotely amused by my efforts. For this, these simple people (or near relative) have made themselves a home in my heart (replacing the heartworm I picked up from my travels in Teboggen.)

I must set aside my journal for now as a member of the Dootykakas is rapping at my tent door. It seems he's with a monkey.