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Let's A Go Weedmaster P: YOUR CAT IS IN THAT CAVE UP THERE / Jeffrey: Let's do this thing. / [[Jeffrey comes out of the back of the 12.5% APR Mobile with Weedmaster P riding on the back.]] / Jeffrey: Baby, keep an eye on the 12.5% APR Mobile! / Baby: Okey dokey! / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY HIT THAT BOX THERE IS A WEAPON IN IT PROBABLY / Jeffrey: OK! / Weedmaster P: EAT TURTLE SHELL YOU CHICKEN SHIT CATCOON / [[A shot of the Catcoon shaking his maracas]] / [[Another shot of the Catcoon being flung in the air as he is hit by a red shell.]] / {{Mouseover text: BLUE SPARKS BLUE SPARKS}}
Fun to Die Jeffrey: It's going to be fun to die, isn't it Weedmaster P? / Weedmaster P: FUN IF YOU ARE INTO ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS / Jeffrey: I'm just glad I got my cat back. I'm glad everything is back to normal. / Weedmaster P: YOUR NORMAL IS PRETTY FUCKIN WEIRD / Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: I wonder if Weedmaster P realizes I urinated into his bong... / {{Mouseover Text: YOUR OWN URINE IS STERILE IT'S OTHER PEOPLE'S URINE YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT}}
Head Cutter-Offer Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, would you cut off a person's head for a million dollars? / Weedmaster P: IS THIS LIKE A JOB OFFER / Jeffrey: Just a question. / Weedmaster P: NO, BECAUSE YOU WOULD BE KNOWN AS A GUY THAT CUTS OFF HEADS FOR A MILLION DOLLARS. / <> / Jeffrey: Nobody would have to know. / Weedmaster P: YOU JUST SHOT YOURSELF IN THE FOOT / Jeffrey: Yeah. / {{Mouseover text: starvation is the new beheading.}}
Girls Are Pretty Jeffrey: Well, it's springtime, and you know what that means... / Jeffrey's dong: We must make more people. / Jeffrey: But there's more than enough people on Earth! Why we gotta make even more? / Jeffrey's dong: Shut up. SHUT. UP. make more people. / Jeffrey: All right fine. I'll go see if I can find some girl who'll let me get it on with her. / Jeffrey's dong: She better be hot.
Countdown of DEATH [[Baby and Jeffrey are by the staircase in his luxurious mansion.]] / Baby: Jeffrey, is that blood all over the microwave? / Jeffrey: No time to chat, Baby! I got to get my swerve on! / Baby: But what about that dream you had where you would die on April 23, 2005? / Jeffrey: What day is it now? / Baby: It's 14 April! / Jeffrey: My quest has suddenly developed a terrifying sense of urgency. / {{alt text: gander at my delightful sport jacket and tshirt combo. i am ready to play a jukebox}}
 
So Awkward [[Jeffrey is in some sort of groovy-looking dance club. He sees a random woman.]] / JEFFREY: Hi there, pretty lady. / WOMAN: Aren't you the inter net's Jeffrey Rowland? / JEFFREY: Yeah, about that... I'm probably gonna die in eight days. / WOMAN: I heard. Do you wanna go home with me? / JEFFREY: (Thinking) Now if I don't die she's gonna think I'm a liar. This is awkward.
Horny Honky Jeffrey: WTF you son of a bitch! / Jeffrey: I am gonna honk my horn at them so hard! / [[A shot of the back of the car with "HONK IF UR HORNY" written on the back window.]] / Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: Ah, what's the use? They'll just think I'm horny. / {{Mouseover Text: Honking is indicative of anger, horniness and love of Jesus Christ.}}
Chill With Your Old Lady [[Baby and Weedmaster P are wearing t-shirts which say "Cool" and "Pot" respectively.]] / Jeffrey: You guys are my friends. Let's do friend stuff until I die Saturday. / Baby: Hang on Jeffrey. I have to change. / [[Baby's new shirt now says "Fag Hag"]] / Baby: Okay Jeffrey I am ready / Jeffrey: Oh dangit I have to change too. / [[Jeffery is now wearing a shirt stating "The Girl I Am With Has Crabs."]] / Jeffrey: Okay, now I'm also ready. / {{Mouseover text: Oriignally the shirt said "I'M WITH PEDOPHILE ARSONIST" but you couldn't read it.}}
Four Twenty Jeffrey: Happy 4/20 day, Weedmaster P! / Weedmaster P: I AM ALMOST INCOMPREHENSIBLY HIGH. / Weedmaster P: A DARKNESS SURROUNDS YOU JEFFREY YOU ARE LIKE SHROUDED WITH DOOM / Jeffrey: Stop it! / Jeffrey: You're scaring Joanna. / Weedmaster P: LETS GO DIPSHIT / Jeffrey: I can't! / [[Jeffrey and Weedmaster P are now flying.]] / Jeffrey: Where are we going? Is this safe at all? / Weedmaster P: EVERYTHING IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS / Weedmaster P: LOOK IT'S JESUS / Jesus: You idiots don't even have a number for how many switches I have! / Jeffrey: Wow. / Weedmaster P: SON OF A BITCH DUDE / {{Mouseover text: Jesus has infinity switches.}}
Business is Impossible Jeffrey: Why is it taking us so long to ship orders? We look like a bunch of jackasses! / Weedmaster P: YOU GOT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TRICK PARIS HILTON INTO WEARING YOUR SHIT / Baby: I tell you this every meeting: I don't know what I'm doing. / Jeffrey: So what I'm hearing is without some kind of miracle we are doomed. / Baby: Someone is claiming you stole the idea of Joanna from them. / Jeffrey: We need more marble. / {{Mouseover text: I must pay sales tax today.}}
 
Knockin' On Valhalla's Door Back in high school, I had a recurring nightmare... / I am going to die on April 23, 2005. / Today is April 23, 2005. / I AM GOING TO DIE TOMORROW!! / No you ehn't, Jeffrey! / HOLY SON OF A BITCH / You're crazy! / / I didn't build an empire just to get waxed by a damn skellington with a stick! Cut me loose and give me a glove! / Boy that is a big old bastard. / I challenge ye to a duel!
Stalking the Dark Stalker Grim Reaper: A duel, you say? How quaint. / [[The Grim Reaper throws four golden handguns in the air]] / [[Jeffrey catches two of the golden handguns]] / Jeffrey: [[pointing one handgun gangsta-style]] Heh Heh. / [[The Grim Reaper fires a shot that flies past Jeffrey's head]] / <> / [[Jeffrey dives sideways, firing his handguns wildly]] / <> / <> / [[Jeffrey and the Grim Reaper stand facing each other in front of Jeffrey's mansion. A sign in the foreground reads "IN CASE OF RAPTURE PLEASE FEED MY CAT"]]
JEFF DIED [[Jeffrey lay face down on the ground in Hell, dead as he lived, plus three holes in his chest (likely gunshot wounds from his duel with Death), with Joanna poised next to his corpse.]] / Epigraph: Jeffrey J. Rowland / 1839-2005 / Billionaire • Psychopath • Friend / {{alt text: JEFFREY WRITES SOMETHIGN CLEVER HER}}
Dying is Sad {{This comic was done by Weedmaster P}} / [[A shot of a person missing their leg from slightly above the knee]] / Caption: I GUESS THOSE DOCS ARE CUTTING ON JEFF PRETTY GOOD AS WE SPEAK. / [[A shot of a large number of girls in bikinis.]] / Caption: I THINK HE WENT TO THE GOOD PLACE THOUGH / [[A shot of a somewhat sinister looking fat man]] / Caption: UNLESS HE WENT TO THE BAD PLACE / [[A shot of an incredibly obese man attempting to keep his pants up]] / Caption [[In Green]]: IT IS INSANE HOW BAD I HAVE THE FEAR NOW / {{Mouseover text: floaty hover text goes here.}}
Getting On {{This comic was done by Weedmaster P}} / [[A shot of a somewhat abstract pattern of a flower.]] / Caption: WHEN I SCREW UP MY EYES REAL TIGHT I CAN SEE PATTERNS / [[A shot of hands cupped together to make a smiley shape]] / Caption [[In Green]]: IF I SMOKE ENOUGH MY HANDS SOMETIMES LOOK LIKE A FUCKED UP FACE / [[A shot of a woman sitting in a chair with her thong peeking out of her pants and visible through the gap in the chair.]] / Caption: BABY CAUGHT ME CHECKING HER OUT I WONDER IF THAT IS NOT COOL / [[A shot of a skeleton with a joint in its teeth]] / Caption: AS WE SPEAK THE WORMS ARE EATING JEFFREY ROWLAND / {{Mouseover text: Floaty hover text goes here.}}
 
The Lord Is My Lens Flare [[ Shirtless Jeffrey with two angels restraining him by the arms ]] / Jeffrey: Where am I? Who are you? / [[ photo of a bright light among clouds ]] / Almighty Father: YOU ARE HOME, JEFFREY. AND I AM KNOWN BY SO MANY NAMES. CALL ME ALMIGHTY FATHER. / Jeffrey: Am I in trouble or something, Almighty Father? / Almighty Father: ON SECOND THOUGHT, CALL ME BLAZE. THAT SOUNDS COOLER.
Revelations Jeffrey: Okay, if this is Heaven, where is everybody? / God: JEFFREY ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE RAPTURE? / Jeffrey: Yeah, where everybody who believes in You goes to Heaven and everybody else gets tortured forever? / God: YES, BUT NOT EXACTLY. IT'S MORE LIKE THE "SHOWCASE SHOWDOWN" ON THE PRICE IS RIGHT. / God: YOU WERE CLOSEST WITHOUT GOING OVER. / [[A shot of Weedmaster P and Baby fleeing from a large demon. Baby is holding Joanna in her arms.]] / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: But what about my friends? / {{Mouseover text: In case of Real Doll rapture I will be very lonely}}
That's Good Blasphemy Jeffrey: I don't get it, Blaze. You're the Supreme Creator. Why do you care what a bunch of dumb human assholes think about you? / God: BECAUSE I MADE THEM. / Jeffrey: But over 70% of Americans is of below average intelligence! / God: HEH-HEH. I DIDN'T WANT THEM TOO SMART. / Jeffrey: I mean, I'm just barely not retarded and I don't give two shits what people think about me. / God: MAYBE I HAVE BEEN TOO TOUGH ON FOLKS. / Jeffrey: I mean do what you want: you're the boss. I sure won't mind flyin' around naked for all of eternity. / God: YOU'VE GIVEN ME MUCH TO CONSIDER, JEFFREY. MUCH TO CONSIDER INDEED. / God: BEFORE I SEND YOU BACK TO EARTH, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ASK ME? / Jeffrey: Yeah, why are there cats? / God: UMMM... YOU KNOW, I DON'T KNOW! / Narrator: APRIL 24, 2005: 00:01 / [[Jeffrey is on his floor at home]] / Jeffrey: I fuckin' won. / {{Mouseover text: cum on feel the illnoise}}
Rip Van Rowland Baby: Jeffrey, wake up! we just found Prince's last name is "Charming / Jeffrey: When you've been asleep for five days the world seems strange and new / Jeffrey: Is Bush still president? Have they caught the Loch Ness Monster yet? / Baby: Apart from the Prince thing, affairs remain diabolical / Baby: Oh wait, Bush and Cheney have morphed into a seven-headed beast with horns which we must all now obey or be killed
I Can't Stand the Rain [[ Jeffrey, wearing Budweiser shorts, laying out on a chaise lounge in the rain. ]] / Jeffrey: It is raining today. / [[ Jeffrey, writing and thinking ]] / Jeffrey (thinking): I'm trying to work out if rain is caused by angels peeing or crying... maybe Ann Coulter knows. / Writing: Dear Ann... / [[ Wrought iron gates before a foreboding castle ]] / Narrator: CONSERVADOME - ANN COULTER'S SECRET MOUNTAIN FORTRESS / [[ Ann Coulter to a monkey minion wearing a black beret with a red AC insignia ]] / Ann Coulter: Bring me the head of Jeffrey Rowland! And get a haircut, you neo-Communist!
 
I Get On Better With Animals [[ Elflore wearing a blue Star Trek uniform, and mustachioed Jeffrey ]] / Elflore: Transporter technology is seriously only about a decafe away. / Jeffrey: This is my friend Elflore. He knows a bunch about Star Trek. / [[ Elflore petting and talking to Joanna, who is laying on her side, tongue sticking out; Jeffrey looks on ]] / Elflore: Who's a good kitty? Who's a pretty kitty? / Jeffrey: Joanna doesn't speak English, Elflore. She is a cat. / Jeffrey: How do you know so much about Star Trek and not know about cats not being able to talk?
OVERCOMPENSATING: Actual Things That Happen to Jeffrey Rowland De Lay
Five Five Five Five Five [[Elflore is wearing a Star Trek insignia on his shirt.]] / Jeffrey: Hey, Weedmaster P, have you my friend Elflore? / Weedmaster P: Don't you bring that weak ass Star Trek bullshit around me / Weedmaster P: Han Solo would rip off Spock's ears and wipe his ass with them this is the Gospel truth / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P is violently opposed to Star Trek. / Elflore: Fascinating. / {{Alt-text: Don't get P started on Battlestar Galactica}}
The Underpants Candidate Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Rich, Vera and I knew a mystery was afoot. And the only way to solve a mystery is to find clues. / Jeffrey: I found them! I found the muddy underpants! / Jeffrey: Quickly! To the crime lab! There's not a moment to spare! / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: I should have smelled the double-cross coming... / Jeffrey: These are... my underpants! / [[Rich holds a gun at Jeffrey while Vera stands behind him]] / Rich: Right you are, Rowland. Now give us your genetic material. / Jeffrey: You... you son of a bitch! / [[Jeffrey's feet are visible falling from the window which was behind him in the last panel.]] / {{Mouseover text: we found underpants}}
Of Loincloths and Facial Hair Narrator: ONE HOUR LATER... / [[Jeffrey runs through the woods covered in scratches with his tongue hanging out and wearing a makeshift loincloth.]] / Jon: Jeff? / Jeffrey: Tom Selleck? / Jon: No Jeff! It's me, Mr. Jon Rosenberg! / Jeffrey: Man, don't you know how to make a damn loincloth? / {{Mouseover text: small world}}
 
Ride the Lightning Jeffrey: Rich and Vera double-crossed me, man! They want to make illegal genetic clones of me or something! / Jon Rosenberg: Jeffrey, you have to ride the lightning! / Jeffrey: He's right! I just have to ride the lightning!! / Jeffrey: If by "Ride the Lightning" he means "Steal a limo and run over Vera and Rich!" / {{Mouseover text: Everywhere You Go Has Valet}}
How Wude Part Two Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: By the time I exited the parking garage, my thoughts had turned away from revenge. / Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: Limos are amazing. / Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: I wonder what Weedmaster P is doing? / [[Weedmaster P sits at his computer, typing.]] / Weedmaster P's Computer Screen: DEAR JAR-JAR BINKS I GET SO MAD WHEN PEOPLE TALK SHIT ON YOU IT MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF OR SOMEBODY ELSE ANYWAY WHATEVER -W33DMASTRP- / {{Mouseover text: P thinks Lucas is insane for leaving Jar Jar out of Ep III.}}
The Big Damacy [[Baby, Jeffrey, and Weedmaster P are all standing around looking like Katamari Damacy characters]] / Baby: Aaaugh! AAAUGH!! / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, what in the heck is going on? / Weedmaster P: DOGG WE ARE TOTALLY KATAMARI DAMACY / Jeffrey: Why is my katamari all little and sucky? / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY THE KATAMARI IS A REFLECTION OF THE DUDE THAT ROLLS IT / Jeffrey: Aw. / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, where is your katamari? / [[View of an enormous moon-sized katamari balanced on the Earth's surface. Weedmaster P's voice comes from inside of it.]] / Weedmaster P: WE ARE INSIDE OF IT WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN INSIDE OF IT / The King Of All Cosmos: GOD DANG, WEEDMASTER P, THAT IS ONE GIANT-ASS KATAMARI THERE. / Weedmaster P: YEAH AND WHEN I FINISH ROLLING UP EVERYTHING I'M GONNA SMOKE IT / The King Of All Cosmos: IT'S COOL, MAN. CHILL OUT. THE KING ABIDES.
Squirrel Bird Baby: Jeffrey, I'm hungry and we ehn't got nothin' to eat. / Jeffrey: Then let's do what all my proud yet outgunned Cherokee ancestors did! / Jeffrey: All we gotta do is bean that squirrel with a rock, skin it and gut it and cook it up. / Baby: Maybe we got some ramen.... / [[A shot of the rock flying past a squirrel]] / [[A shot of the squirrel flipping Jeffrey off.]] / {{Mouseover text: The squirrel very good at being a squirrel.}}
Forward Slash Got Nuthin' Jeffrey: Aaaugh! / Baby: Jeffrey! / Baby: What's wrong, Jeffrey? / Jeffrey: The fark.com comments threads are so dumb they burn my eyes! / Jeffrey: But I can't stop reading... It's like an onion of idiocy, each layer dumber than the last... / [[The last frame is fark.com comments.]] / Fark Story: Fark.com to shut down. Drew: "We have decided to go out on top." / Fark Story: Beloved Inter Net cartoonist Jeffrey Rowland mentions Fark. Drew: "We finally made it." / Fark Story: Alcohol abuse, squirrel testicles, Christopher Walken and that "It's a Trap" Star Wars thing remain and always shall remain the absolute pinnacle of hilarity. / Fark Story: Fark mentioned in a classified ad in the weekly newspaper of a rural town in Alabama. Behold the power of Fark. / {{Mouseover text: fark.com has the world's ugliest logo.}}
 

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