"Falling on Your Butt" Week, Day Three.

I peeled this off my own ladder. No doubt this means that one forgetful day, I'll need to throw myself backwards off the upper rungs, just to find out what'll happen.

Scaffolding lurks outside buildings, waiting for just such an opportunity. No, really.

Here, a 10 out of 10 for style, minus a few points for the mismatched shoes.

"Falling on Your Butt" Week continues. Beware the ponds.

It's "Falling on Your Butt" Week!

Lesson Two: Ramps are also dangerous.

It's "Falling on Your Butt" Week!

Lesson One: Stairs are dangerous.

It's been way too long since I posted a photo featuring a pair of seriously hot boots. You're welcome.

Bad places to step-dance, Vol. Three.

Wonder of wonders! Did you know that you can have some Stick Figure Insanity for your very own?

They keep cranking it out, you keep scooping it up. In related news, it's state budget season again here in Albany.

As the Stick Figure Oppressor's power grew, the old man just withered away.

Every morning was the same: The awkward standoff at the bathroom sink.

One should never place a letter in the Electrified Mailbox of Doom.

The waves beckoned, but somehow, the policeman just couldn't relax.

Perhaps a sign you're packing too much.

Honestly, folks, no one should want a soda this much.

"For this," he thought, "I pay $1200 a month?"

This is Letter H in the Accident ABC's: Oh, how Helen's head hurt.

Why do so many of Stick Figure Man's adventures involve unmarked cubes?

Some days, he gets the cube. ...

... And some days, the cube gets him.

The BUCKET: There is no escape.

Isn't this just what your health teacher always said would happen?

The mysterious conveyor belt butt-bonking incident.