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| The Ultimate Price | Jeffrey: I don't know, baby. I don't think death is really the "Ultimate Price."
/ Baby: It's pretty ultimate. / Jeffrey: Well, yeah, but it doesn't actually cost anything. And although I won't get to spend the money I have when I'm dead, I'll be way more concerned about trying to swim in fire or whatever.
/ Baby: Word. / < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041223.html |
| X-Mas! X-mas, Everybody! X-mas! | Jeffrey: It needs more horseshoes.
/ Weedmaster P: Ho ho, mo-fos.
/ Baby: Weedmaster P! What's the true meaning of X-mas? / Weedmaster P: Chunky ass Santa C rollin' up with a fat sack of kine bud and rockin' the ganj with Lil baby J. What. / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P believes X-mas is about smoking drugs with the infant son of God.
/ Baby: What if he's right?
/ Jeffrey: What if he's not? / {{Mouseover text: every day is Jesus day}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041224.html |
| Super Happy Fun Joy | Baby: How are you doing, Jeffrey?
/ Jeffrey: WOO!! WOOO!!! HELL YEAH!! / Jeffrey: I decided to pretend that I am at a concert all the time. I'm always happy at concerts, and this way I'll never be sad! / Baby: What if the lead singer starts talking about 9-11 and you're supposed to be sad? Or Dimebag Darrell?
/ Jeffrey: MOSH PIT!! / {{Mouseover text: keep a cigarette lighter handy at all times}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041228.html |
| Signs | Baby: What's that thing Jeffrey?
/ Jeffrey: It's a hole in reality, baby! Check it out, it's so freaky! / Baby: It's a reflection of myself exactly one year older! / Jeffrey: When I look in it, all I see is a skeleton lying down in a swamp.
/ Baby: That sucks. Hey, let's go skydiving!
/ Jeffrey: OK, let me just pack my chute for the first time, unsupervised. / {{Mouseover text: no big deal it's just a hole in reality}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041229.html |
| Into A Hole Where No One Can Escape | Jeffrey: I'm drawing the final installment of my comic "Wigu" today. / < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041230.html |
| Kangaroo Maurice | Jeffrey: Tomorrow, I am going on a secret mission to Australia. / Jeffrey: I have to get my mafia boss' money back from a rapping kangaroo that wears sunglasses. At the Sydney Opera House. / Jeffrey: My mafia boss gets mad at me 'cause I can't keep secrets. But at least I don't get robbed by a rapping kangaroo. / {{Mouseover Text: He stole the money... and he's not giving it back}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20041231.html |
| We Had a Gay and Hearty | Jeffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with pleasure that I announce major combat operations with Australia are over. / Jeffrey: I am aware that many of you weren't aware that we even had any sort of problem with Australia. / Jeffrey[[Voiceover]]: There are reasons for this, security reasons, and the fact that this is something I decided to do spontaneously on the flight over. / Jeffrey[[Voiceover]]: It is widely believed that everything in Australia is designed to kill people, so we took a pre-emptive approach in the first stage of combat in the sea. / Jeffrey[[Voiceover]]: My deep cover agents and I then took the battle to the streets.
/ Woman: Wogs. / Jeffrey[[Voiceover]]: In mere hours, Australia knelt at our feet. Celebration ensued. / {{Mouseover text: we had a ding dong}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050110.html |
| Big Bananas | Jeffrey: < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050113.html |
| Things Are Gonna Change | Jeffrey: Weedmaster P!
/ Baby: Now settle down, Jeff!
/ Weedmaster P: BRING IT ON SON OF A BITCH! / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, what are you doing selling horsemeat to under-5's? / Weedmaster P: I ran out of pony yo
/ Jeffrey: That was supposed to last three weeks! / [[Weedmaster P lies on the ground dead, a ghost of marijuana smoke escaping from his sternum]]
/ Jeffrey: What the hell! What a shoddily built friend.
/ Bowtie Pony: Oh, Jeff, you know violence is not the answer! http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050114.html |
| Safety Tips | Narrator: If confronted by a bear, use reverse psychology.
/ Jeffrey: Go on! Maul me! What are you waiting for? I don't want to live! / Narrator: If confronted by a pack of wild pigs, do the moonwalk and whoop like Michael Jackson.
/ Jeffrey: Hoo! Sh'mon! / Narrator: If confronted by an aroused horse, do not look at its dingaling.
/ [[A single tear rolls down Jeffrey's cheek as he fails to heed the above advice.]] /
/ {{Mouseover text: I am increasing the reader's brain capacity by purposely drawing incongruities.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050118.html |
| Purpose | [[A donut and a hot dog sit beside each other on a table.]] / [[Jeffrey stands beside the table, frowning as he beholds the donut and hot dog]] / [[Back to the close-up of the first shot, but now the hot dog is sticking through the donut hole.]] / [[A close up of Jeffrey, smiling.]] / {{Mouseover text: A place for everything, and everything in its place.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050119.html |
| Imagine the Pasta-bilities | Baby: Jeffrey, what are you gonna be when you grow up?
/ Jeffrey: I am growed up. I'm like a cowboy-poet or something. / Baby: But girls don't want to marry cowboy-poets! Girls want astronauts or zookeepers!
/ Jeffrey: Cowboy-poets don't give a crap about all that. Cowboy-poets spend their lives going for it. / Jeffrey: I am a cowboy-poet, it is too a job. It's cooler than being a bus driver, and safer than the mob. / {{Mouseover text: i am a better cowboy than poet}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050120.html |
| Naboo Boogie | Jeffrey: Hey look! Weedmaster P is out of the hospital!
/ Baby: Weedmaster! How's the physical therapy?
/ Weedmaster P: IT AIN'T NO THING BUT A CHICKEN WING / Weedmaster P: CHECK OUT MY NEW GIRL, SHE HAS SPIRITUALLY TRANSCENDED BEYOND THE NEED FOR STRUCTURED LANGUAGE.
/ Weedmaster P's girl: meesa Gungan chickabee / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P is dating a girl he found in the woods.
/ Baby: Jungle fever! / {{Mouseover text: jar jar is the nell of naboo}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050124.html |
| Humanimals | Jeffrey: What separates human bein's from regular animals? / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Sometimes we know an idea is diabolically bad, but we go on and do it anyway. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: "Triple dog dare" means nothing to a cat. / Jeffrey: Human bein's: We like to do things that are fun. / {{Mouseover text: animals is smart people.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050125.html |
| Corn Dogs | [[Jeffrey and Baby are riding on a roller coaster]]
/ Jeffrey: Baby, do you think corn dogs are good for you? I mean, corn is good and all...
/ Baby: Why don't you ask your precious little inter-net, Jeffrey? / Jeffrey: Maybe I will!
/ Jeffrey: O inter-net, is eatin' corn dogs good for folks? / [[A banner takes up the panel stating "Corn Dogs The Ultimate Food. Corn Dogs Have Been Linked to Immortality.]] / [[Jeffrey is upside down, along with his text bubble.]]
/ Jeffrey: NOOOOOOOO! / {{Mouseover text: corn dogs are neither corn nor dogs.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050126.html |
| Enchanted Delight | Narrator: Are you tired of those boring breakfast-time beverages like juice, coffee and milk?
/ Guy: Oh GOD yes. / Narrator: Then you should try-
/ [[Shot of a can labeled Enchanted Delight Breakfast Beer]]
/ Narrator: ENCHANTED DELIGHT / Guy: For that mid-night feelin' at eight in the mornin'! / Narrator: Enchanted Delight is scientifically formulated to not smell like regular beer!
/ Scientist: It's our little secret! / Narrator: Commute to work? In most states it's legal to drink two Enchanted Delights before you get behind the wheel!
/ Guy: Whee! / Narrator: Carpool? More like designated driver! / Narrator: There's no stoppin' where you're goin'
/ Narrator: You're on a bullet train to party town. / Narrator: ENCHANTED DELIGHT.
/ Narrator: You weren't gonna do anything productive today anyway. / {{Mouseover text: all aboard the bullet train to party town}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050127.html |
| Party Til You Start Freaking Out | [[Jeffrey is walking toward the fridge with the symbols above his head indicating a Sim is hungry]] / Andrew WK: Yeah! / Jeffrey: Andrew WK, what are you doing in my refrigerator? / Andrew WK: Partying. / {{Mouseover text: The WK stands for ROCKS OUT - LL}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050129.html |
| Inter Nets | Jeffrey: Computer! Take me to the inter-net.
/ Computer: ALL RIGHT. / [[Jeffrey is flying into the inter-nets]]
/ Jeffrey: Whoa, I didn't mean that literally. / God of Internet: I AM G0D OF INTERNET. NOW SEE MY GENITALS, WHICH ARE HUMAN.
/ Jeffrey: SHIT! / Jeffrey: Computer, initiate self-destruct sequence.
/ Computer: HANG ON / {{Mouseover text: HwTwMwL THE GOD OF THE INTERNET}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050131.html |
| Thinkin | Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: I can't pay my rent until my electronic funds transfer deposits into my bank account. / Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: I'm checking my e-mail remotely on Jon's wire-less inter-net in New York City. / [[Jeffrey holds a burrito and looks at the New York Skyline.]] / Jeffrey: I am living in some sort of futuristic space fantasy. / {{Mouseover text: I'd Hit It}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050202.html |
| Jeffrey vs NYC | Narrator: Pub Night -- 6:03 PM
/ Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: New York City is beginning to affect me.
/ Jon Rosenberg: DUMBRELLA DEATH PACT! / Narrator: 7:56 PM
/ Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: Maize is called "corn" here.
/ Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: And tacos come in a paste form. / Narrator: 8:53 PM
/ Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: It has been brought to my attention that Ted Nugent is a zoophile who wants to make sure his victims never say a word. / Narrator: Pub Night 2: THE REVENGE 6:04 PM
/ Jeffrey: Having failed in my most virile attempts to document last night's pub night in a visual format, I begin a much more determined effort. / Jeffrey [[As Narrator]]: I am at war with this city. It will win. / Jeffrey [[As Narrator]]: It has consumed me.
/ [[Jeffrey stands with an angry look and both middle fingers extended.]]
/ Jeffrey: < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050206.html |
| Go For It, Superman! | Narrator: What if Superman was one of us? / Narrator: Just a slob like one of us?
/ George W. Bush: Strategerficratin' / Narrator: Just a stranger on the bus? / Narrator: Tryin' to make his way home? / {{Mouseover text: superman doesn't take shit from anybody}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050207.html |
| Neighbors | Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: My Texas ranch would be great if it wasn't for my neighbors.
/ George W. Bush: HEY BOY! / George W. Bush: You got a problem with me boy? Let's solvamize it! Let's take it outside!
/ Jeffrey: We are outside, you dumb asshole.
/ George W. Bush: Bring it! / Jeffrey: Look, I don't have a problem with you. I think you are an okay president, okay?
/ George W. Bush: I got a cooler airplane than you.
/ Jeffrey: I know. / {{Mouseover text: George Bush doesn't take shit from anybody}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050208.html |
| Angels Among Us | George W. Bush: Now I got me two daughters, and it'd serve you well to keep away from 'em, if'n you wanna keep them precious testiclurs of yers.
/ Jeffrey [[Thought Bubble]]: Daughters?
/ Jeffrey: OK. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: It was a chance I was willin' to take.
/ Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: I like to do things that are fun. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Now I never believed in angels, so imagine my surprise when I saw two of them, before my very eyes, shootin' tequilla. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Sometimes a man has to ask himself "What makes a man? Is it those doo-dads danglin' 'twixt his thighs, or the decisions he makes when his eyes eye a prize?" / Jeffrey: You girls ever drove a limo into a pond wearin' nothin' but canola oil? / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: And that's how I learned my lesson. / {{Mouseover text: the bush twins don't take shit from anybody.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050210.html |
| http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050211.html | Weedmaster P: LOL
/ Weedmaster P: LOL / Jeffrey: ROFLMAOWMPAMAAABSUMA / Weedmaster P: LMAOWMHSYT, AATFBEYBISOYFCABTBIWAS
/ * Note: Laughing My Ass Off With My Hands Squeezing Your Throat, And As The Final Breath Exits Your Body I Stand Over Your Filthy Corpse And Begin To Beat It With A Sledgehammer.
/ [[Inset picture of Jeffrey, looking shocked.]] / {{Mouseover text: Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off With My Pants Around My Ankles And A Banana Shoved Up My Ass}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050211.html |
| The Caped Bear | Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: One day I was getting some money from the ATM... / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Out of nowhere this dude in a bear costume grabbed all my cash and tore out of there like crazy. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: I felt no need to call the cops. The Caped Bear earned that money, and I am a better man now.
/ Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: Now you know the legend of the Caped Bear. / {{Mouseover Text: The Masked Bear}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050214.html |
| The Legend of the Caped Bear | Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: The Caped Bear is Good Luck. / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: If the Caped Bear steals your money at the ATM, don't call the police or else you will ruin the good luck spell! / Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: No one can know who the Caped Bear is. If you see him, do not try to remember what cologne he is wearing.
/ Jeffrey [[Voiceover]]: The Caped Bear is kind of like Robin Hood or something. / {{Mouseover Text: The Caped Bear Is A Secret.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050215.html |
| No Place To Hide | Jeffrey: Unngh... interr-neeet / God of Internets: JEFFREY THE G0D OF INTERNETS IS DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU / Jeffrey: But I'm not on the inter-net! I am asleep!
/ God of Internets: WHEN YOU ARE NOT ON THE INTER NET THERE IS AN ACHE WITHIN THE G0D'S GENITALS, WHICH GLISTEN LIKE WET FRUIT. / {{Mouseover Text: The Internet is a Useful Tool}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050216.html |
| Posthumously, JeffR | Jeffrey: Baby, write this down for me. "Yo, though I be walkin' through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no reaper, for I --" / Jeffrey: Gak
/ Jeffrey: Ack / [[A shot of Jeffrey lying back in his bed. He is obviously dead since his eyes are rendered as Xs]] / [[Jeffrey is standing and obviously a zombie, as he is green.]]
/ Jeffrey: Sweet! I mean, unnnnggghhh... BRAINS! / {{Mouseover text: Knees Up Mother Brown}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050217.html |
| Enter Joanna | Zombie Jeff: The World of the Dead is horse shit! I'm just staggering around like an asshole! / Zombie Jeff [[Notices a dead green cat]] Hey, that looks like some kind of drunken cat! / Zombie Jeff: Come on, cat, we're gonna find a way out of this shit-hole and get back to America. / {{Title text: Down at the Old Bull and Bush}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050218.html |
| Jeffrey Burrito | Zombie Jeffrey: Baby, I'm home! Is it cool if we have a cat? / Baby: But... but... you're... you're DEAD!
/ Zombie Jeffrey: Uh, that was just like a sort of clerical error.
/ Zombie Jeffrey: Don't cats breathe? / Baby: But I spent all morning cramming your corpse into the rubbish bin.
/ Zombie Jeffrey: I always wondered how my feet would look pokin' out of that rug. / {{Mouseover Text: Little Brown Jug.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20050221.html |
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