NickThis is Nick, Nikolaus Maack; the former owner of this website. I don’t know if it’s right to call him a goofball, yeah he was goofy; maybe witty. Some faces and their descriptions on this website previously, on a page he called “Sex Offenders” would make me conclude so. Or may be Nick was a prankster; maybe he still is, but some posts and images on his “Comics’. Foundstuff & Paintings’”page all seem to suggest so. I also at times feel that he was just a self-depreciating dude with a quirky…no a warped sense of humor.

His latter description seems quiet wacky, but if you looks at his descriptions about these sex offenders, you will agree that he was the joke here. The way he pokes fun at the offenders or their accoutrements just says it all.

Did he just make fun of this kid? No I mean, was all this real?


This is the face of a registered sex offender from Delaware. He was born on February 26th, 1990. He was convicted of unlawful sexual contact in the second degree on August 20th, 2001. He was eleven years old at the time. He was four feet eleven inches tall and weighed 85 pounds when they charged him.

A person is guilty of unlawful sexual contact in the second degree when the person intentionally has sexual contact with another person who is less than 16 years of age or causes the victim to have sexual contact with the person or a third person.
Saturday, July 26th, 2003.

Or did he know that this was a lame joke. Who hates beer anyway? And of course a chickleader.


“I was promised a cheerleader. A sexy, horny, 18 year old cheerleader — one with big boobs. Every day, since I was four years old, they told me I’d get one. Every beer commercial, billboard, movie, all my porn mags — they all said it. A cheerleader, just for me, to have for my own.

“So what the hell happened? I never got one! Must be some kind of mistake. Goddamn it, it’s my right as an American citizen. My right as a man. I get a fricken’ cheerleader.

“You didn’t give me one. So, instead, I went out, and I took one. That’s fair — right?”
Tuesday, August 19th, 2003.

Okay, I must admit that this was a funny one.


Sexual battery. That’s what he did. That’s what he is. This particular sexual battery has begun to corrode. His juices are starting to seep out and you can smell that metallic tang of chemicals gone sour. He leaves wet footprints behind that crackle in the dark. Shake his hand and you get an electric shock worse than any joy buzzer. It burns your arm off.

Large, leathery ears like the wings of a dragon jut from his head. If he opened his mouth, his teeth would be sharpened nubs. He’s got the cold, hungry eyes of an underfed alligator.

This man sells coffins to school children.
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003.

Could Nick have made it on TV, I mean beat Steve Best, no I meant Steve Day or maybe beat Rowan Atkinson at his role. Okay, I feel that this guy really had a dry sense of humor; one word for him- he’s hilarious- no those are two. I’d say he was funny. Let’s agree to disagree as you look at these comics that he’d posted.

This one is about a coat story.

Was he mocking Christ, our Lord here?

At times his jokes seem to be mean-spirited and just cracked at other people’s expense; quiet a sadist he was. Someone with a sick sense of humor; a frat boy who just cracks corny jokes.

You need to have a look at these posts that I recovered that he had previously published. Hold on, his paintings first.

One of this is below. Quiet weird, you will agree. Guess what? He sold this. I don’t know which douchebag bought it, but whoever did must really have screwed the punchline.

Mr Rogers secret foot fetish

Just a moment. What do you think of this smoker?


Definitely the world is crumbling soon. You wanna know why? Read some of his hilarious posts below.