Our talented and hilarious friends made some amazing art in 2021, and there were so many! Our little Hot Dog Family really grew into something formidable this year. It’s time to start a small army, or maybe an average-sized funk band.
“Help us make sense of our ruined society,” Brockway requested of Jason Pargin’s new column. “Can it be about horse dicks, instead of that?” Seanbaby requested of Jason Pargin’s new column. “Yes,” Jason Pargin answered. And then there was only the soft slapping of shoe leather on cock.
Jack Chick is most famous for making tiny comic books that are completely insane. Brendan found out something incredible: He also made big comic books that are completely insane!
Sissyneck is the most inspiring Hot Dog story of 2021, aside from that dog that saves babies from fires. He went from regular commenter to insane commenter, from insane commenter to Hot Dog author, from Hot Dog author to insane Hot Dog author. And he did it all fueled on 1700 calorie biscuit sandwiches while battling gas station diarrhea. If you don’t believe in miracles, read this. You will.
Caution: unauthorized user, Tom Reimann, has doublefragged the cyber mainframe and is releasing nude_Crowe_Face.exe from its virtual containment. LEVEL OMEGA WARNING: NUDE CROWE FACE HAS ENTERED YOUR WORLD.
It’s Reflecting Day, and that means we’re supposed to take a good long look at ourselves. I don’t want to do that. I’m sick of looking at myself, I’m already too pretty and quite frankly I think it’s going to my head. Also my reflection is suspicious, I think this is turning into some Zelda shit, and I am not prepared to defeat Dark Brockway in battle. Instead, I’m going to look at all of you. I know that sounds like a threat, and it is, but I’m mostly talking about all the rad shit you guys have made for the Hot Dog Community over the last year and a half.
If you don’t pay attention to the Appreciation Days, you are fucking up. Consider this your primer. First off, you’re missing the fan art of Will Black, who routinely brings Hot Dog articles to accursed life with his awesome illustrations.
Here’s one he did for the Dirty Tennis Teamworking Day, where we proved without a shadow of a doubt that Dick Van Patten hunts people for sport.
Much like the group poisonings that used to plague Joann’s, this one was inspired by craft store tarot cults, and Lydia’s hilarious article on them:
That makes perfect sense if you read the article, and a different kind of perfect sense if you haven’t.
Here’s Will’s cover for the Seagal/Schneider comic book crossover event of the century:
If you have the gold foil variant, it’s worth up to $4.49 CAN today. And if it’s signed by Seagal and Schneider, it is worth significantly less.
If doing awesome stuff for the site was an all-girl rollerderby, Gellaho would be the big lady they call The Ogre who’s on roller-probation for breaking too many collarbones. She calls everybody “Jenny” regardless of their real name, and it takes you months just to get close enough to her to find out that’s her deceased daughter. She once brought a live alligator to the ring and just skated around holding it out so it could bite her competitors. That’s exactly what Gellaho is, but for 1900HOTDOG.
First and foremost, he’s our Official Ape Wrangler.
We renamed it, with all subtlety and grace, Fuck Ape. It became our first emoji, and Gellaho’s powerfully erotic muse. He spent the rest of his life (probably) making specific theme apes for us. Here’s my absolute favorite:
As you can see, I like my apes like I like my women: Beefy, terrifying, and played by Donald Gibb. When I say there’s an ape for every occasion, do not take it lightly:
In our Discord, Gellaho also live-reads outlandishly terrible books about cyborgs with human penises, and junior detectives (thank Christ for that comma). Plus he commissioned this insane Cameo from Traxx himself, Shadoe Stevens, just to make sure the last thing my failing eyes saw was beautiful.
(John also does readings in Book Dorks, but in the exact opposite direction: He’s working his way through all the Conan comics, serving as a kind of spiritual ballast to the damage Gellaho does every week.)
If you don’t know Mo, he made the entire Hot Dog Crew as wrestlers in Fire Pro…
Then he made fellow Discord user Thrillho’s father, and had us stomp the man’s teeth into gelatin because the idiot took Ivermectin. We encourage all of our fans to use our likenesses to work out their issues with their own father, because that’s art. That’s what art is. We consulted with an artist just to make sure that was accurate and he said, exactly, “fuck. Fuck. I… guess so? Oh fuck. Oh no. Is that all I’m doing? That’s all I’m doing.”
Mo hosts weekly fight nights with Javo in the Discord. Which is to say that they both watch ridiculous MMA bouts with the community — it’s not a weekly fight between Mo and Javo, although a quick poll does say that would be hilarious.
Mo also makes disturbing dubs of Hot Dog bits. Here’s him bringing Hot Dan the Mustard Man to life — a crime which Hot Dan will never forgive him for.
Hey speaking of unholy Hot Dog dubs, Bloodsucker Proxy channeled Popsicle Pete for this one, which we keep asking you not to do. Here’s the original comic for reference:
He also made these kickass Hero Forge figures of the Hot Dog Crew:
He really captured Seanbaby’s shorts and the only way I shoot my guns, but Lydia needs more pouches. She’s like a Liefeld drawing in real life, that girl and her pouches. The downside is that she rattles when she walks, ruining all of our stealth missions, but on the upside she always has mints.
Djonin didn’t think it was enough for the Hot Dog crew to exist as mystical warriors in a virtual realm, so he brought them all into the real world, which is also the plot to the Hot Dog Movie we’re writing.
You’d play this game.
Once.
I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m saying it clearly Jumanjis you — I’ve never seen a more obvious trap game and I have played Divorce Monopoly.
And we straight fucked the news up. The sudden unplanned memory of Shadoe Stevens sent their newsbrains reeling, and then they tried to say 1900HOTDOG out loud — never doctor recommended — and the entire segment fell apart. It was perfect.
Josh liveposts in the Discord while he makes nightmare recipes from old foodbooks, back before the invention of deliciousness. I say that’s also art. Maybe it’s not about dads in a way we can easily understand, but art makes you feel something — and if the German Pizza doesn’t make you feel something, I would argue you are already dead from eating German Pizza.
I like to think this was in honor of our German theme song, but I think it’s more likely that he said something dumb and needed to punish his mouth.
Nanasaurus makes the merch we’re not bold enough to:
If you saw that bizarre cavalcade of apes up there, or heard about the cyborg with a human penis and thought “I must own stickers of these, to announce to others that I am not safe to be around,” you want to follow Nanasaurus.
FrozenPie painted us into The Battle of Blythe Road, a piece of extremely father-angry artwork commemorating that time W.B. Yeats kicked Aleister Crowley down the stairs. It was commissioned by Javo and crowdfunded by the rest of the Hot Dog Community for no other reason than it sounded funny.
And they were right!
Motherfucking Monk actually went and got the first 1900HOTDOG tattoo!
It’s not on his dick, which feels like a misstep, but it’s possible he was just trying to get the proportions right before committing to the next logical step.
If we’re talking awesome people bringing Hot Dog jokes to life, Sissyneck did such a killer long-running bit in the comments that they actually turned into Hot Dog. Spontaneously. Like some sort of fairytale, only set in the mystical kingdom of Idaho and Prince Charming has hot chip diarrhea.
If you guessed we had ulterior motives for showcasing and praising all the amazing things the Hot Dog community has made, shame on you. It must be sad to live your life with that kind of mistrust in your heart.
The official store of 1900HOTDOG is driving its rusty van to a new parking lot, and that means fresh designs like the Hot Dog Lineup! Celebrate Hot Doggery with the complete collection of our Year 1 mascots.
It’s impossible to pick the criminal from this lineup, the only thing these little Hot Dog boys are guilty of is unmitigated joy. And riding a horse through a car wash. That was a misunderstanding.
If you’re more of a Year 2 Hot Dog fan, we understand. We were working through a lot of personal issues that first year, and in retrospect maybe so much of our art shouldn’t have been about impotency and fathers.
This looks like the bitchin’ novelization of a show too rad for CBS’s 1994 10PM Thursday timeslot. You know you want to wear that!
Hey, speaking of awesome shit coming your way – if you’re pledged at the Hot Dog Appreciator tier or above, check your Patreon messages! New shirts are going out soon and we need your address for shipping purposes, and your status as a police officer for entrapment purposes.
If you’re wondering what your hard-earned money is going to get you… eat shit! Hahaha as a Hot Dog Appreciator, you never know what the design is going to be until you’re already wearing it. However, if you ex-amine the STruCTure of this article, u may find a CL00 to help Ease Your Trouble-d brain.*
*Don’t ever examine anything Brockway does, it’s literally never been worth it.
We started Reflecting Day as a place for us, the đźŚs, to talk to you, the also đźŚs, about what was going on. Not just with the site, but with our lives. It was going to be the one time a month we didn’t have to be funny, and could instead focus on transparency and earnestness.
Of course we never once used it for that.
Instead we made Reflecting Day a place to announce changes to the site, to make jokes about jokes we weren’t allowed to make, or to repost articles daring people to sue us. Seanbaby and I just aren’t comfortable speaking honestly and openly about ourselves. When you give us that chance, we fall back on our default emotional crutch, which is 8,000 words about the time one of The Wiggles showed his dick. The last time I spoke with any of you honestly and openly, it was as a joke setup to getting lashed with a motorcycle chain before a mail-in wrestling final.Â
That’s… that’s the most perfect example of my emotional maturity I could possibly think of-
OooOOOoooh, and Brockway is down! Now, see, the key to a good chainin’ – you gotta go used for a dirtier swing, and obviously, Harley Davidson is still king of the Alabama Licorice Whip. Hello, folks, I’m Jim “The Human Tractor” Jumb and I’m here to-
No! Brockway! Damn it! Face this, you coward.
This will be the first Reflecting Day that actually works as intended. Here we go: I’m going to be stepping back from the site for a while. And that’s going to mean diminished content for you all. I’m having a lot of health problems, and they’ve been impacting the work for a while. Now they’re making it all but impossible.
A few years ago I came down with a mysterious tailbone pain, so I bought a standing desk and kept working. Then my knees went out for no apparent reason, so I bought an adjustable desk to switch between positions, and I kept working. Then my eyes gave out. I could hardly see. So I got on medication, I turned my monitor brightness all the way down, and I kept working. My right shoulder gave out, so I learned to mouse left-handed, and I kept working. My left shoulder gave out, then my entire upper back, spine and neck. I bought an iPad stand so I could work laying down. Then my hands started going numb. I get short of breath. I don’t… know how to work through that? Wait, voice control! I’ll do voice con- nope! Something inside has just given out. I don’t know what it is yet. I’m a big dude and I’m struggling to get down 1,000 calories a day. I’ve lost 15 pounds in the last month. I’m lightheaded and foggy.
I don’t know a workaround for my brain not functioning. But I’ll tell you what: If any of you are on the cusp of developing the necessary technology to shunt human consciousness into a robot body, I am your first volunteer. No questions. It doesn’t even have to be a good robot body. Scan me into a Roomba so I can get around, and tape a knife to it so I can win arguments. That’s all I ask.
Trust me: I’m doing everything I can for… all of it. It’s crazy to me that so many health problems would cascade out of nowhere, so I am both terrified that it might be, and desperately hope that it is one larger issue we can figure out soon. This week I have a call with a neurosurgeon, a followup with my eye doctor, then a colonoscopy and endoscopy — same day! I’m gettin’ Fingercuffed by medical science and that better earn me some answers, or at least some sympathy from my writing partner:
The hours I can effectively work have dwindled away, and now I have medical appointments nearly every single day. I just can’t 🌠properly right now. I’m going to try to stay on the podcasts, I’m still going to layout and program the site, and I’m going to do my best to keep up with our Teamworking Days. The rest of the time I’m going to run remasters of some of my old Cracked articles to replace my missed days. Don’t worry! I’ll be fixing those up, tweaking the language, punching up the jokes, and making new images as I’m able — but that’s all I can do for the foreseeable future.
There’s so much good stuff that will still go on, uninterrupted. We have a few exciting guest posts coming up, Lydia has been killing it weekly, Brendan has been killing it monthly, and Seanbaby never stopped killing it. Frankly, it’s amazing that it won’t die. They have some amazing work in the pipeline, so I hope you’ll bear with us (me) through this temporary setback.Â
I know it’s not the schedule I promised you when we launched, and I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t have to. I love this job, I love writing here, and I have an ever-expanding archive of madness I want to share with you — it grows so much faster than I can get to it! I see now how Seanbaby wound up trapped in a hoarder-castle of pop culture garbage from impossible universes. I want to get back to work as soon as possible because this is a truly great place, and because I love doing it, but mostly because I can sense this fortress of insanity growing beyond control and I am terrified of the prison I cannot stop making for myself.Â