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Forty Billion Gallon Tank Jeffrey, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be screaming and freaking out about Christmas orders? / Nah, I'm writin' a hit screenplay! / The Passion of the Christ II: Forbidden Rendezvous / But according to statistics, lost productivity from writing pointless, idiotic screenplays costs tax payers $40 billion every year! / Why does everything awesome cost tax payers $40 billion a year? Why?
Ten Thousand Spoons Jay: Hey Tallahassee, what's the worst thing that ever happened to you? / Tallahassee: Due to excessive rain, a plane carrying a 98-year-old death row pardonee crashed into the house where I was meeting the beautiful wife of the man of my dreams while I was drinking a glass of chardonnay with a fly in it, on my wedding day. / Jay: Yeah, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you like that.
Joanna's Lil' Secret [[Joanna buys a vial of white powder from an unknown person]] / Narrator: JOANNA'S L'IL SECRET / [[Joanna is emptying the powder onto a surface, holding a razor blade]] / [[Joanna snorts lines of the white powder through a straw; stars appear about her head]] / [[Jeffrey and Weedmaster P stand over Joanna, who is unconscious or dead on the floor]] / Jeffrey: Are you sure you don't smell anthrax sweat? / Weedmaster P: YOU ARE LIKE THREE RETARDS STAPLED TOGETHER / {{title text: I mean for the love of Xenu the man has a song about Asperger's.}} / {{sub-comic text: EXTRA SPECIAL GUEST COMIC BY MC FRONTALOT - FRONTALOT.COM, WHO USES "RETARD" IN THE MOST OFFENSIVE, DEROGATORY WAY POSSIBLE}}
Christmas 2007 [[Jeffrey and Jesus are drinking at a bar]] / Jeffrey: I don't know about you but if everybody celebrated my birthday on the wrong day by giving lead-tainted crap to a bunch of ungrateful brats I'd be pissed. / Jesus: Oh Jeffrey. It doesn't matter when or how people celebrate your birthday - what matters is they do. Besides, I was born before the modern calendar was even invented. / Jeffrey: I don't know, man. Seems to me that a few more generations of this and folks ain't gonna remember what they're even celebratin' at all. / [[Jeffrey stands and pulls on his shirt]] / Jeffrey: Well, I'm drunk enough. G'night, Jesus. / [[Jesus is alone]] / Jesus: Good night. / {{Comment: Panel 6 in which a drunken prostitute is shot multiple times was mercifully omitted.}}
Minneapolis [[Airport interior; Jeffrey talks to counter clerk]] / Narrator: MINNEAPOLIS ST. PAUL AIRPORT / Jeffrey: Hey! does anyone know where the bathroom is where Larry Craig tried to have sex with a man? / Jeffrey: Why is everybody playin' dumb? / [[Baggage claim area; Jeffrey talks to ground crew man]] / Jeffrey: Sir, could you tell me where the bath-room is where Larry Craig tried to get his gay on with a strange dude? / [[Bathroom interior; Jeffrey accosts a peace officer]] / Jeffrey: Officer, I'm desperate. My flight's in 30 minutes and I can't find the bathroom where men wave their hands under the stall and have dirty, secret man sex. / [[Holding area interior; Jeffrey is in a handcuffed to a chair, and in shackles]] / Jeffrey: Hey, wait! I am not gay! / Jeffrey: I never have been gay! / {{title text: Thanks for the overplayed sound bites Larry Craig!}} / {{sub-comic text: PROBABLY EVERYONE AT THE MINNEAPOLIS AIRPORT JUST DOESN'T LIKE TO TALK TO ME}}
 
OVERCOMPENSATING: The Journal Comic With a Seething Disdain for Reality. Jeffrey: I can't handle this "relaxing" thing, Mashley. It stresses me out. / Mashley: What do you wanna do? / Jeffrey: I dunno. Let's dig up a grave or something. / Mashley: All right. / Mashley: What are we gonna do when we get to the body? / Jeffrey: Bury it again? I don't know, I kind of thought this would be like fishing. / Mashley: I'm going to Vanessa's. / Jeffrey: Wait, fishing is where I'm drunk and laying down on a boat, isn't it? What I meant to say is that I thought this would be like water-skiing. / Mashley: That's where you're drunk behind a boat. / Jeffrey: What am I talking about? / Mashley: Volleyball.
Mouse Crossing <> / [[Jeffrey looking at a dead mouse in a mousetrap]] / Jeffrey: Gross! / Mashley: Jeffrey, what are you doing? / Jeffrey: I'm nailin' a mousetrap up to the side of the dang old house to send a clear message to those mice that their kind ain't welcome here. / Mashley: Isn't that kind of like killing a guy by nailing him to a cross and then sticking crosses up everywhere? / Jesus: Yeah man that's kinda creepy.
It Just Isn't Working Out, 2007 {strip title: It Just Isn't Working Out, 2007}} / [[Jeffrey and Jesus are on a grassy surface]] / Jeffrey: You know, you disappointed a lot of Americans in 2007 by not coming back to Earth and having a humongous war with hell. / Jesus: About 25% of them! / [[Jeffrey and Jesus are on a hillside]] / Jeffrey: Is the Rapture gonna happen this year? Should I get Armageddon insurance? / Jesus: I don't wanna ruin the surprise. It's gonna be awesome! / [[Jeffrey and Jesus are lounging on a hillside]] / [[Jeffrey and Jesus are on a grassy surface]] / Jeffrey: If you're waitin' on me to pick a side before you throw down, exhale. I'm declarin' non-violent protestor status. / Jesus: Aw, we'll just have to wait until one second after you die. / Jeffrey: Dang It. / {{title text: 2007RAPTURE.COM}} / {{sub-comic text: JESUS IS KEEPING US AROUND UNTIL THE VIDEO GAMES WE MAKE START TO REALLY SUCK}}
It Just Isn't Working Out, 2007 Jeffrey Rowland: You know, you disappointed a lot of Americans in 2007 by not coming back to Earth and having a humongous war with hell. / Jesus H. Christ: About 25% of them! / Jeffrey: Is the Rapture gonna happen this year? Should I get Armageddon insurance? / Jesus: I don't wanna ruin the surprise. It's gonna be awesome! / [[Jeffrey lays sprawled out on the hill. Jesus sits looking the other way.]] / Jeffrey: If you're waitin' on me to pick a side before you throw down, exhale. I'm declarin' non-violent protestor status. / Jesus: Aw, we'll just have to wait until one second after you die. / Jeffrey: Dang It. / {{Text at bottom: JESUS IS JUST KEEPING US AROUND UNTIL THE VIDEO GAMES WE MAKE START TO REALLY SUCK}} / {{Title Text: 2007RAPTURE.COM}}
Free Range Jeffrey: Hey, do you got any cruelty-free, free-range chickens? / Deli Yokel: We got *this.* / [[Package closeup: Farmer Bastard's Stupid Chickens. Farmer on package is strangling chicken and waving his fist.]] / Farmer on package: I HATE YOU / Jeffrey: I'll take... nine. / {{They also have veal that has been waterboarded}}
Chicago at Night {{strip title: Chicago at Night}} / [[Airport interior; Jeffrey and a man on a bench are being blared at by TVs]] / TV: Explosions / TV: Violence / TV: Fiery School Bus / TV: Suicide Bombing / [[Jeffrey is at a bar; a TV is still blaring]] / TV: Rabid Paparazzi / TV: Panties / TV: Ass-master / [[Jeffrey and a pink haired woman are at a bar]] / Jeffrey: Man, what did they blare incessantly at airports before cable news? / Woman: Have you accepted GlomoloG, Lord of the Centipedes as your personal savior? She lives at the center of the Earth! / Jeffrey: Oh, I see. / {{title-text: WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THOSE PEANUTS}} / {{sub-comic text: GOLOMOLOG USES HER MANY LEGS TO PEDAL A GIANT STATIONARY BIKE THAT SPINS THE GALAXY}}
 
OVERCOMPENSATING: Everything Zen {{strip title: Everything Zen}} / [[Graffiti covered wall; tags include BUSH SUCKS, Fag, BIGOT, Racist, Homosexuality is NOT A RACE, :(, LiBRARiAN]] / [[Bathroom stall interior; Jeffrey is on a toilet with a marker]] / [[Jeffrey has written added to the graffiti]] / Jeffrey: Hey come on guys "Sixteen Stone" was an all right album :) / {{title text: Got a Machine Head. It's better than the rest.}} / {{sub-comic text: OH WAIT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT PRESIDENT BUSH OH SILLY ME}}
Robertson Style {{strip title: Robertson Style}} / [[Jeffrey, Weedmaster P and Baby are in a blue room; Weedmaster P is in a red chair and Baby is folding something]] / Jeffrey: Oh crap guys we forgot to do our annual predictions! / Weedmaster P: I PREDICT I WILL GO INSANE WITH ANGER AND GO ON A BERSERK RAMPAGE / Baby: I agree. / [[Jeffrey and Tallahassee are in a blue and white room in front of a table]] / Tallahassee: I want to make a prediction but I'm afraid if it comes true I'll be labeled a heretic. / Jeffrey: But if it doesn't come true you'll be labeled as being "full of crap." / Tallahassee: I know! / [[Weedmaster P, Jeffrey, and Tallahassee are in a blue and white room; Weedmaster P is holding his self-transforming machine elf]] / Weedmaster P: JUST MAKE A PREDICTION AND IF IT DOESN'T COME TRUE SAY GOD CHANGED HIS MIND / Tallahassee: But then I'll be full of crap and a false prophet! / Jeffrey: It's called "Pulling a Pat Robertson." / {{title text: Pat Robertson makes Sylvia Browne look like Nostradamus.}} / {{sub-comic text: THIS YEAR PAT ROBERTSON PREDICTED THAT THE YEAR 2008 WILL BE FOLLOWED BY THE YEAR 2009}}
Designing Deities Jeffrey: Hey YHWH, are you the same as that "Intelligent Designer" everyone's always hollerin' about? / YHWH: Yeah, but y'all dummies got it all wrong... / <> / YHWH: People think THEY'RE the finished product, but they ain't. The whole deal's a work in progress. I'm like a sculptor or a guy that glues different doll parts together to make creepy-lookin' stuff. / Jeffrey: So what are you goin' for? What's the finished product? / YHWH: Flyin' dogs that me funny jokes. / Jeffrey: Like Underdog! But funny. / YHWH: I thought of it first. / {{title text: Lord YHWH has to move very carefully about his home so that the paint on the wall appears to be light emanating from his head.}}
Operation Codename Weedmaster P: Jeffrey it's the Pentagon / Jeffrey: Real or fake? / Weedmaster P: They need a codename for a new military operation / Jeffrey: To the situation room! / [[A whiteboard takes up most of this panel with a wide variety of possible words to make codename combinations from.]] / Narrator: Hours later... / Jeffrey: I can't decide between "Patriot Icepick" and "Liberty Ripper." / Weedmaster P: Operation Sassy Bandit
Nails Advertiser: Are you tired of having long, jaggedy toenails on account of not bein' able to get around to cutting them? / Jeffrey: Tired? That's like the understatement of the millennium! / Advertiser: Ordinary toenails can scratch, cut... / Advertiser: ...or even rip somebody's skin / Disembodied Leg: Augh! / Advertiser: But with Miami Rick's Swedish Toenail Sharpening System... / Advertiser: You can cut clean to the bone every time! / Weedmaster P: I didn't feel anything until I saw all the blood / Advertiser: Sleep sound knowing that if some terrorist tries to pull some of that bullshit on your flight... / Jeffrey: Thanks, Miami Rick! / Advertiser: You'll be ready.
 
Gift Comic by Aaron Diaz [[Jeffrey holds tiny Dennis Kucinich in the palm of his hand]] / Jeffrey: Wow, Dennis Kucinich, for a guy who doesn't kill or eat animals for pleasure, you sure do make a lot of sense! / Dennis Kucinich: It's the source of my power! / [[Jeffrey's dressed up like Kaneda and riding the motorcycle, Dennis Kucinich is glowing and flying next to him like a pixie]] / Jeffrey: So how come everyone doesn't vote for you? / Dennis Kucinich: Well Jeffrey, most Americans prefer a president they can look down on, like a borderline psychotic or a transvestite. / [[In the foreground Baby and Weedmaster P are standing next to each other dressed like the Tokamaks. In the background Jeffrey has crashed and seems to be bleeding profusely while Dennis Kucinich just floats there. The wreckage of the bike is to the right.]] / Baby: Ever think about taking one on the melon so you'd fit in better? / Dennis Kucinich: Yes, but even insanity has its downside. Behold! / [[Romney and Giuliani are next to each other, standing behind podiums that bear their respective names. The bottom right corner of the panel reveals they are on Fox]] / Announcer (off-panel): Governor Romney, how do you respond to the historical fact that Joseph Smith was an illiterate career criminal who preached that black people weren't human? / [[Close-up of Romney]] / [[Romney is turned towards Giuliani and his mouth is opened wide]] / [[Romney stretched his body and swallows Giuliani's head.]] / <>
Staring is Caring [[Jeffrey is talking to Weedmaster P]] / Jeffrey: Some crazy-ass hobo in New York told me that if you stare at a thing long enough it'll start to look like somethin' else like you're on drugs! / Weedmaster P: ARE YOU SERIOUS / [[Weedmaster P runs off]] / Weedmaster P: OH MAN HE BETTER BE SERIOUS I'M BROKE AS A SKUNK AND LEROY GOT MARRIED / [[One hour later, Weedmaster P is staring at a piece of paper]] / Weedmaster P: COME ON / [[It is now 2 hours later, we see that the paper Weedmaster P is staring at is a picture of Jar-Jar Binks]] / Weedmaster P: GOD DAMMIT / [[It is now 3 hours later, Weedmaster P is freaking out and thinks he sees a giant dragon/lizard on a red motorcycle]] / Weedmaster P:
USAs [[Jeffrey and Tallahassee in a car]] / Jeffrey: Oh crap, I can't remember how many USAs there are! / [[An SUV with a spare tire mounted on the rear with a cover that reads, "THERE'S ONLY ONE" and has a picture of an American flag]] / Jeffrey: Yay! / {{Title text: No it's not USA's that is possessive}} / {{Caption: THIS COMIC IS A BIT RUSHED BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT STICK FIGURES}}
D Master Pro Are you sick and tired of not being constantly surrounded by throngs of mediocre, detestable douchebags? / I'll say! / YES / Dear God Yes. / Sweet. The DoucheMaster 5000 Pro lets you select from every possible DoucheBag personality trait... / ...press the patented, easy-to-touch "Create" button... / ...and welcome to Douchetown. / Now you can go from this... / ...To this! / Wazzzap?! / Titties! More cowbell! Titties! / Socialized medicine will destory America! / *Jenn and Cody sold separately.
Planet Lasagna Cat is Stupid [[Weedmaster P and Jeffrey stand in front of some sort of flying saucer]] / Weedmaster P: I'VE FINALLY DEVELOPED A SPACECRAFT CAPABLE OF FLYING TO DISTANT WORLDS IN THE BLINK OF A BIRD'S EYE / Jeffrey: Let's find a lower-evolved civilization to observe! / [[Weedmaster P and Jeffrey sit in the spacecraft above a planet with a pink sky. The caption reads "Mere seconds later..."]] / Weedmaster P: WELL HERE WE ARE NOW WHAT / Jeffrey: Let's hover over that treeline for several minutes / Jeffrey: quietly... / [[The spacecraft floats above some trees and pink cat-like creatures]] / Weedmaster P: THIS IS BORING NOW WHAT / Jeffrey: I've got an idea! / [[Weedmaster P and Jeffrey stand over one of the cat-like aliens which has it's tongue out like Joanna and is strapped to a table]] / Weedmaster P: OKAY WE CAUGHT ONE / NOW WHAT / Jeffrey: Let's perform a few pointless, sexually exploitative experiments that it'll only be able to remember through regressive hypnosis! / Weedmaster P: YOU'RE A GENIUS / {{LASAGNA CAT IS STUPID}} / {{I didn't have a picture of an Ewok anywhere}}
 
Fake Plastic Nuts Jeffrey: [[pointing to truck-balls]] Look at this! Why won't nobody do nothin' about lettin' people hang little fake BALLS off the backs of their pickup trucks? / Tallahassee: Tacky bullshit is protected by law for some reason. / Jeffrey: [[cuts off balls]] Man, ol' George Jefferson didn't have this kinda crap in mind when he wrote that part of the Magna Carta in slave's blood! I'm takin' the law into my OWN hands. / <> / Truck-Balls Man: [[gun in hand]] Hey you kids! Get back here with my pickup scrotum! / Jeffrey: You'll have to pry these plastic truck testicles outta my cold, dead hands! / Truck-Balls Man: All right! / Tallahassee: [[thinking]] I'm gonna die over THIS?! / {{title text: 15 'Fun Bucks' to the first person who mails me a set of castrated truck nuts.}}
MLK Day Parade Jeffrey: It's Martin Luther King Jr. Day, bitches!! You know what THAT means! / Baby: Martin Lutha King JUNE-YAH!! / Weedmaster P: [[on the floor]] Oh / Weedmaster P: Oh God / Jeffrey: I have a dream that a single pair of pants will stop being pluralized! / Tallahassee: I have a dream that people will understand cat language! / Baby: I 'ave a dream that bitches pick up their dog's crap off the sidewalk! / Baby: I 'ave a dream that people'll figure out how t' spell "definitely." / Tallahassee: I have a dream that people stop saying "brain fart." / Jeffrey: I have a dream where I wake up not drenched in hobo urine. / {{title text: Grab your capes and moon boots, we're goin' caroling.}}
Brilliance in the Age of Internet Jeffrey: Joanna I have discovered that prolonged usage of Internet causes people to forget what the words "irony" and "brilliant" mean. / Voice from computer: J3FFR3Y R0WL4ND5 / Jeffrey: *gasp* The God of Internet! / God of Internet: J3FFR3Y UR 0LD 1D3A5 R R3D1CULU5!!!!1 7H3 W3B 2.0 ST4ND4RD5 CH4NG3D TH3 D3F1N1710N OF T3H W3RD "BR1LL14N7" T0 M3AN "K1ND 0F CL3VER." / Jeffrey: What about "irony?" / God of Internet: 1R0NY M34N5 N3V3R HAV31NG 2 4DM17 U R WR0NG!!! / {{Title text: Is 'brilliant' the new 'awesome?' I hope not.}}
C.C.L. Tallahassee: Let's start a Yeah Yeah Yeahs cover band called the Meow Meow Meows where we just "meow" all the lyrics! / Jeffrey: Sounds like somebody drank a whole bottle of Crazy Cat Lady! / Tallahassee: No I'm not! All Crazy Cat Ladies have ugly kitties and my kitties are the prettiest kitties in the whole wide world! / Weedmaster P: What the hell is the even TALKING about? / Baby: Take yer: shot! / {{title text: The ten dollars you spend on a bottle of CCL is almost worth not being able to get out of bed for two days.}}
So Dang Civilized [[Jeffrey, Weedmaster P, and Johanna are hanging around the end of a pier]] / Jeffrey: Accordin' to history, all great civilizations come to an end! Is America gonna come to an end? / Weedmaster P: No way / Weedmaster P: This is AMERICA / [[Weedmaster P is falling through the air, having lost his balance at the edge of the pier]] / Weedmaster P: This is the maximum a civilization can possibly be civilized / Jeffrey: WHAT? / Weedmaster P: We're so damn civilized we don't need to be smart or take care of our bodies / Weedmaster P: It is Utopia / Jeffrey: Oh. / [[Jeffrey has descended by way of a jetpack with red-and-white striped stabilizing fins. Weedmaster P is buried up to his shoulders in mud. Johanna lies flat on her back in the distance.]] / Jeffrey: Plus also the only way to tell if a civilization ends is because of anchaeologists and historians and if America bites it we'll probably make sure there aren't any more of those. / Weedmaster P: It's called "Pride" / {{Alt Text: You also can't spell America without 'Camera'}}
 
American History 2000 - Present [[Jeffry has a bottle of hooch and an American Flag shirt on. Also he is drunk.]] / Caption: AMERICAN HISTORY 2000-PRESENT / Jeffrey: Y2K, mother bitchs! Rap music an' MacDonalds for everyone! / Caption: JAN 1, 2000 / Jeffrey: H-hey- Wh-where my bottle go? / [[A masked person strikes Jeffrey on the back of the head with his own bottle of hooch.]] / Caption: SEP 11, 2001... / <> / Jeffrey: Son of a bitch! / Jeffrey: AUGH! / [[Jeffrey punches a bearded man wearing a turban and an Afghan flag shirt. Baby, dressed in a long black coat, gestures off-panel]] / Jeffrey: Who did that? / <> / Turbaned Man: Ow! You got the wrong guy! / Baby: I seen 'im! He went that-a-way! / [[Weedmaster P is wearing an Iraqi flag shirt.]] / Weedmaster P: What are you lookin' at / Weedmaster P: I didn't do nothin' / [[Jeffrey swings a rock at Weedmaster P's head]] / Caption: MARCH, 2003 / Weedmaster P: Hey / [[Jeffrey is bludgeoning Weedmaster P with a rock]] / Caption: ...2004 ... 2005... / Weedmaster P: Ow / Weedmaster P: Stop / Weedmaster P: Nooo / Caption: ...2006...2007... / [[Jeffrey is lying in a hospital bed with bandages on his head. Baby is wearing a shirt with the logo of the World Bank, handing Jeffrey a credit card with the Chinese Flag on it.]] / Caption: SOME FUTURE MORNING / Jeffrey: Wha-What happened? / Baby: y' got in a fight an' broke a buncha junk. / Baby: Now y' gotta pay fer it. / Jeffrey: But I ain't got no money! I blowed it all on hooch. / Baby: They just upped the limit on yer credit card. / Jeffrey: Dang. / {{Alt Text: Also American Idol was invented and Britney Spears drove around some.}}
Oh Yeah Weedmaster P: MAN WHY CAN'T SCIENCE GET IT TOGETHER AND EXPLAIN WHY I ALWAYS GOT LITTLE DRAGONS FLYIN AROUND ME / Jeffrey: I'll take "Because they ain't real" for $1000. / Weedmaster P: JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T PROVE SOMETHIN AIN'T REAL DON'T MEAN IT'S FAKE / Jeffrey: Well yeah but just because something ain't observable don't mean you should reckon it's real! / <> / Jesus: Nuh Uh!
Vermont Pete's Whale Friends [[Jeffrey approaches Vermont Pete with Johanna in one hand and a flask in the other.]] / Jeffrey: Wake up, Vermont Pete! SETI's on the phone and they want to talk to You! / Vermont Pete: I always knew I'd never be prepared for this. / Vermont Pete: They say they want to talk to the Whales. / [[Vermont Pete's finger is poised over a bright red button labeled "Whales." Other buttons on the list include "Pope" "Cruise" and "Gates."]] / [[Things are tense, both Jeffrey and Vermont Pete bite their lower lip.]] / Aliens: Gurgle Gurgle / Caption: Six minutes, six seconds later... / Aliens: gak gak / Aliens: Beeeeeep / Vermont Pete: They hung up.
Hitting It Weedmaster P: Gang way I have to get on the internet right NOW / Baby: What's th' big ol' 'mergency? / Baby: New pictures of squirrels? Be-headin' video? Biddin' on a bat skull? Gotta tell 10 people whatcha had for lunch? Ron Paul do somethin'? 100 new facebook tests? Steve Jobs fart? / Weedmaster P: NO I have to see what girls guys that post on comment threads would have sex with / {{Comic-caption: It is comforting to know that a man with a "Total Fark" account would sleep with Natalie Portman}} / {{Alt-text: You can also use the internet to find out if you bounced a check}}
Bottled Water [[Jeffrey sits at a desk holding a bottle, the label reads: $2. Tallahassee stands just behind him]] / Tallahassee: Jeffrey, you've spent $15,000 on bottled water in your life and it turns out it's just as crappy as tap water. / Jeffrey: But tap water's got government mind control in it! Screw it, I'm gonna drink puddle water! / [[Outside, Jeffrey is lying on the group over a puddle, behind him Weedmaster P is wearing what appears to be the body-section of a bear-suit]] / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY PUDDLE WATER HAS AIDS IN IT AND ALSO BIRDS CRAP AND THROW UP IN IT / [[Still outside, Jeffrey brandishes another bottle]] / Jeffrey: Screw it, I'm gonna just drink vodka! / [[Back inside, at the desk, Jeffrey and Tallahassee in the same positions as panel 1, but this time Jeffrey is a picture of decades of premature ageing. His hair has grey streaks, his skin paler, eyes sunken, and he only has one tooth in the upper row of his mouth. A half full/empty* glass sits on the desk in front of him, while a crackpipe hangs limply from his hand]] / Tallahassee: Jeffrey, now you throw up more than you eat and you're legally retarded. / Jeffrey: {{in the handwriting style of maybe an six-year-old}} At least I'm savin' money. / * delete according to your worldview.
 

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