Evolutionary disadvantaged waterfowl

What with the nature of the corkscrew-like wedding tackle the common canard carries, this here duck, with the fire hose appendage, has a pronounced unlikelihood of passing on his genes. Notably unattractive to the average hen, his future is limited to swimming, feeding, and knocking over those little targets at the carnival.

propagation of unimaginative ideas

Shoulder deformity for the win. A prime candidate for pirate as a parrot's perch is one of the criteria.

Old man and a duck is an allegory for the desperate times we live in. As you can see here.

drawing dump

 A rodent-man hybrid....

 The gag for the drawing above is not the noxious fumes evacuating from her backside, but rather her mispronunciation of the word 'chipotle'. Talk about LOL.

 Plastic enthusiast Georgiana Frackersworth (above).

not quite certain what is happening here

What is happening in this scenario is subjective. Could it be the pink rat is simply bellowing some Sepultura, as a rabid fan of Brazilian metal? The small mouse being more a fan of Roger Whittaker, chasing the noise maker and his canine bodyguard off the property?
Or is the pink rodent the small mouse's wife and the dog is a single father trying to bring home something to eat for his seven starving pups? Living on the streets pushing him to ends he never thought possible?
Perhaps most likely is that the small mouse is inherently evil and was attempting to affix onto the pink rat's neck, via surgery, a bowtie like his own. Hearing the curdled screams, the dog saves the rat and carries it to safety, only to be too late; the rat's trachea being irreparable after the terrible events of the day.
Whatever the reasons, I am not sure why I drew it. But HERE it is as a Valentine, for all your romantic needs.

Just standing around with no pants

Nonchalantly standing is one of the most primal exercises one can put themselves through. It is widely regarded as a path to a more existential existence.

Also a great way to show off your new pants.(not pictured, oddly enough)

Gray Toad's discovery

On a cool early morning

One Tuesday in Spring,

Gray Toad discovered an interesting thing.

En route to his bath,

He stepped through the mud

Only to note 

that the water was blood.

He exclaimed something profound,

though rhyme it did not:

Still he did bathe,

Not thinking too clearly.

For his decision

he paid pretty dearly.

The blood seeped into his lungs,

and so it's been said,

Gray Toad succumbed

and winded up dead.

His body, bloated and gross

Floated up to the shore,

Beside all the other ones,

who bathed there before.

Gathering Eggs

"Careful Doc, sometimes they shoot out of there at top speed..."

Dr. Chameleon's office is a dirty, cockroach infested bathroom in an old motel. He refuses his services to most mammals as they will likely eat him. A marmoset ate his receptionist after all, and that scenario replays in his mind when he's trying to fall asleep at night. As such, he is unrested and probably should not be examining cloacas at all, really. Combined with the fact that he never attended medical school of course.

again with this

I've gone and joined TUMBLR too...

for reasons yet unknown to me.

a page

A page of stuff. Note the ZIGGOPHILES. They will be the next phenomenon I am pretty sure.
More Ziggophiles here.

simple guys

Jonny Fatleg

His legs are quite fat. Something of a requirement for anyone of the Fatleg family. Betsie Fatleg was sold to the gypsies at an early age because her legs were of an average girth. She went on to become an Olympic athlete and professional marine biologist. Jonny here is still only making ends meet at his Fatleg Emporium, where you can buy everything from giant cowboy boots to tampon-holders emblazened with the Fatleg Logo.

lycanthrope lady

Stubby-legged business woman by day, carnivorous canine by night. In each form a collector of 'Precious Moments' ceramic ornaments.

no shoes here

Tia is a Reptile Handler from Newark who abhors most footwear. She is allergic to deodorants, and consequently sometimes doesn't smell too good. This is compounded by the fact that she takes the hot, smelly bus to and from work everyday (except Tuesday when she gets a ride with her Uncle Frank).

 From the unwritten story "Horse Based Adhesives and the Cats that Love them."

These back alley felines are always getting themselves into sticky situations! HA!

Practically writes itself...