Rob Clarke

BTW, Fragonard’s The Swing is one of my favorite paintings.

🎶He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease,
That daring young donk on the flying trapeze.🎶
The audience never suspects that during his grand finale, they’ll be covered in the Flying Donkman’s ropey jizzum. What’s more, most will have their mouths agape in awe of the spectacle.

Thanks! It looks like I'm in good company.

Thanks so much for posting this. It made my day, knowing that there’s a little bit of me out there IRL. It was great having a publisher and distributor. Whenever I toy with the idea of having an online store, I have nightmares of ending up with a warehouse of unwanted magnets and tea cozies.

I’m pleased to have a few pieces in the Whirlpool Salon. It’s an eclectic (and greasy) collection, but every piece is magnetic. Admission is free to residents.

My buzzed donkeyboi was inspired by “Le Femeur d’opium” by the French artist duo Pierre et Gilles, which I saw a decade or two (or three) ago.

Some rejected illustrations for a porn website from the early 2000s. There have been times when I’ve tried to tuck in my freak flag and try to make images that would appeal to other gays, but it always ends in tears. Besides, I know this fella would look better sporting donk ears.

High as hell, Lucas had visions of his missing fraternity brothers, Dillon and Jake. “Dude,” they said, “being a donkeyboi slaps! Come and play with us. Forever... and ever... and ever.” I can confirm from experience that the weed on Pleasure Island is as potent as it is skunky.

It looks like one of Caulfield’s buddies slipped a little sumthin’ sumthin’ into his piña colada. Those boys are always pranking each other. It’s mostly harmless horseplay, but sometimes a donk wrangler needs to use a taser on a bruh who’s having a four-legged freak out.

“Hey dude, that mask looks so real! Do you ever get to take it off?” The ol’ unremovable mask/mascot costume is a classic Pleasure Island jape. At the beginning of your stay, you’ll see these burly and mostly mute fellas working as carnies, and at the end, fearsome donk wranglers.

My take on Sinbad and the Old Man of the Sea. I know a blond Sinbad is a bit of a stretch.

Justin’s father was worried that his son would never amount to anything. Little did he know that that very spring, at the Pleasure Island Talent Show, the young wastrel would earn the title of “World’s Stinkiest Donk”. Sadly, Justin’s father never got a whiff of his son’s glory.

Brazil has its butt lifts, and Turkey has its hair plugs, but Pleasure Island is where young men go to get hung like a horse. Actually, they get donkey-donged, which, except for the smell, most can’t tell the difference between. (Their girlfriends back home most certainly will.)

Horse Potatoes You have to watch your step when you visit the Centaurs’ Glade because those big beasts will drop their massive loads wherever they feel like.

All this snow is making me long for springtime in the Centaurs’ Glade. I know that they’re intimidating, but the big-balled horsies don’t mind me visiting as long as my pockets are filled with sugar cubes.
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I know Austin made a complete ass of himself during his Pleasure Isl. Spring Break vacation—his hard-core partying was documented in pics posted in every corner of the internet. So it seemed strange that no one seemed to notice that he wasn’t on the return boat to Daytona Beach.

The Hard Pack I guess the world didn’t think my fusion of Tom of Finland and Joe Camel imagery was as clever as I did. And these days, who even remembers who Joe Camel and his phallic-faced friends were? I’d have t...

I don’t miss coming home from a night out with clothes reeking of cigarette smoke.
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Gosh, I haven’t thought that far ahead

Jackson knew his father would shit himself when he saw his son’s new look, so he high-tailed it south of the border to a backstreet veterinary clinic rumored to specialize in ear and tail docking. Sadly, it was a cash-only business, and Jackson’s wallet was feeling a little light.

Instead of Keep Calm and Carry On, I say, Hang Loose and HEE HAW! You don’t have to be a PAWB (Phat Ass White Boi) to sport one of my sassy tattoos, but it helps.

Under the Sea When I was a kid, I relentlessly begged my parents for an aquarium in my bedroom (I think it was the summer that Jaws came out). They eventually caved in and surprised me with one stocked with beautif...

You can find some of these fishy fellas hanging around Bikini Bottom.
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I like to think of the Loch Ness Merman as being the lovechild of Tom of Finland and Groundskeeper Willie.

If only there were more of you …

Here are some less ‘in your face’ versions of my donkey tattoo ideas. I think they still have that “donkeyboys don’t give a fuck” bad-ass attitude to them.

Imagine how proud you’ll be showing off your new ink from your last Pleasure Island vacay. Too bad it’s in a place where the sun don’t shine. Nonetheless, I’m sure it’ll be a real conversation-starter with your buds in the gym locker room, especially on glute day.

That's the purpose of art - to make some folks smile and give others nightmares.

As soon as I laid eyes on one, I thought Labubus were nightmare fuel―something to keep big corn-fed American boys from sleeping at night. I know I wouldn't want one of those things riding my ass. So if you purchase one make sure it’s not a knock-off made by some evil old wizard.

Thanks😘 I haven’t seen that doc. I’ll have to look into it

Here's Scoot's previous Lunar New Year video to get you in the spirit.

Sssssss This slithery pretty boy was based on a model from the late 80s Undergear and International Male catalogues. (I forget his name).

Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
You can sleep safe and sound
Knowing I am around🎶🎶
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I’m always amused by how donks become intoxicated by the smell of their own stink during a Pleasure Island getaway. Within hours after arriving, you’ll notice them absent-mindedly slipping a finger into the back of their board shorts, pulling it out, and giving it an inquisitive sniff.