by Sovereign of Spew on March 24, 2011
Well. Thanks John.

Before we saw this logo, we weren’t really sure where to CONNECT with our freaky dog-octopus, half-a-cat, bottomless fish, human-horse, or whatever that thing in the middle (that kind of looks like a butt) is. Now we know that when we need to connect with the heart and soul of our mutant pets, we should definitely give Angie a call.
by Sovereign of Spew on March 24, 2011
This is where your EAR, NOSE, and THROAT are. IF ANY OF THESE PARTS OF YOUR BODY ARE MALFUNCTIONING, COME ON IN!

Barfer April spotted this logo, which hails from Vancouver, WA. She points out that the flourish on the ‘E’ really lets you know they care. Thanks, April!
by Earl of Hurl on March 21, 2011
Barfer King Kapuke turned in Munekiyo & Hiraga, Inc. for their more-than-suggestive logo:

This logo is ready and waiting for you, big boy.
by Sovereign of Spew on March 18, 2011
Our anonymous Barfer made a very good point about this logo, which is for a prenatal program.

You have here about all you need for a pregnancy. A sperm, a belly (the d), and a FLAMING RED NIPPLE. Next up, baby. It’s a winning combo.
by Sovereign of Spew on March 18, 2011
Wow. Thanks, Barfer RoyB. This is something REAL special.

Honestly, what’s really remarkable about this is how completely happy this lovely Scandinavian lady (logo is for a medical company) is. “HELLO WORLD! I AM ON THE RAG! I AM COMPLETELY ENTHRALLED! PMS CAN GO FUCK ITSELF!!”
Seriously though. Tampon. You’re a mess, you’ve clearly ruined those jeans.
by Sovereign of Spew on March 17, 2011

This poorly drawn Leprechaun is brandishing brass knuckles and a six pack. Just like leprechauns of yore.
Whatever happened to follow the rainbow?
by Sovereign of Spew on March 17, 2011
In honor of St. Paddy’s, we thought that a barfy leprechaun or two were in order. Witness: Canadian rock group Sexual Leprechaun.

WELL. How bout that? My question is: is that a leprechaun lady down there, fondling the lucky charms? Otherwise, that is a TINY woman. Well, more power to you, sexual leprechaun. I’m off St. Paddy’s day for life now.