You're browsing the archives of Overcompensating.
You can search these comics too.

show: [ full transcriptions | abridged transcriptions | just the first line ]

Internet Sexism Jeffrey: Hey, baby, why are you pounding away at that keyboard with such violent desperation? / Baby: A witch casted a spell on me! Now I gotta find at least one instance of sexism on Internet every day or I'll turn into into a dirty frog! / <> / Jeffrey: You know, you gotta turn the computer *on* first. / [[Tight close up of Baby's disgruntled, sweating, humiliated face as Jeffrey pats her on the head three times]] / {{It's hard to find examples of things that no one will admit to.}}
Rhyme Thyme [[Jeffrey is in a hoodie in front of a 7-11, carrying Joanna in a bjorn-style front-bag.]] / Jeffrey (singing): Financial problems an' fightin' and lootin' - Every other day there's another school shootin' - Gotta live large but don't wanna be pollutin' - Government should only pay to keep my Rascal scootin' / [[He no longer has Joanna and is in front of some stage lights.]] / Jeffrey: Don't get sick if you wanna be healthy - Don't get poor if you wanna be wealthy - Don't eat meat if you don't wanna murder - Don't know about y'all but I could go for a burger / [[He is thinking about a burger.]] / [[He is performing in front of a huge empty auditorium.]] / Jeffrey: Don't use GoDaddy 'cause that dude shoots elephants - This song ain't never gonna be irrelevant / {{Title text: Juggalos are ninjas that are bad at computin' - The Army won't recruit 'em 'cause they're good at recruitin'}} / {{Bottom text: I like to eat dairy but I don't like the pootin' - I get extremely nervous around Vladimir Putin}}
Kerry Edwards Rides Again [[Barry and Joe are walking down a city street]] / Joe: Are ya sure, Barry? Have things gotten that bad? / Barry: I'm afraid so, Joe. / Barry: It's time to call the Inside president, Kerry Edwards. / [[Shot to Kerry lying in bed with a phone taped to his head]] / Kerry: Yell-oh? / Huh? / Who? / Oh. Oh yeah. That. / [[Getting out of bed]] / Kerry: Well sir I'd love to help you out but I kinda got my own problems, you know? / Kerry: And to be perfectly honest I aint even 100% sure what you are doin' down there these days. / Kerry: Oh... You're right, I didn't know "e plurus unum" actually means "delayin the inevitable."
Overcompensating 20110822 - Catbank 2011 Meanwhile outside the boarded-up office complex formerly known as Catbank / [[Two former execucats sit bereft in the parking lot, business clothing wrinkled.]] / Cat 1: Where did it all go wrong? / Cat 2: Too many government screen windows. / Cat 1: Chipmunks flooded the grass market. / Cat 1: When the market recovers buy all of the Barbie heads. / Cat 2: HEY I see something there isn't there! / Cat 1: Bring it to me. / [[Their moods have improved. Cat 2 stands up.]] / {{Title text: Screen windows represent government regulations, this is my most tea party-friendly comic to date.}} / {{Bottom text: Also because they're cats.}}
Overcompensating 20110822 - Catbank 2011 Meanwhile outside the boarded-up office complex formerly known as Catbank / [[Two former execucats sit bereft in the parking lot, business clothing wrinkled.]] / Cat 1: Where did it all go wrong? / Cat 2: Too many government screen windows. / Cat 1: Chipmunks flooded the grass market. / Cat 1: When the market recovers buy all of the Barbie heads. / Cat 2: HEY I see something there isn't there! / Cat 1: Bring it to me. / [[Their moods have improved. Cat 2 stands up.]] / {{Title text: Screen windows represent government regulations, this is my most tea party-friendly comic to date.}} / {{Bottom text: Also because they're cats.}}
Bike Safety [[Jeffrey is on a bike, wearing a white, pink, and yellow helmet. Baby rolls by, helmetless.]] / Baby: Ha ha! Ha ha ha! Nice helmet, stupid! You look stupid! You look like a jerk! Dork! / Jeffrey: Hey! You know what looks stupid? Doin' stupid things, like not wearing your helmet! / [[Despite being right, Jeffrey still looks rather stupid, his tongue sticking out.]] / {{Title text: I actually hardly ever get hassled, except when they yell either SLOW DOWN or GET A CAR to which I can honestly reply 'I have TWO cars}} / {{Bottom text: Always wear your helmet, not matter what you are doing at any given time}}
 
The Inheritance [[Tallahassee sits dejectedly on a tiny stool, with Jeffrey standing behind her]] / Tallahassee: Ugh. / Jeffrey: Whatsa matter, Tallahassee? Did you just find out you inherited a warehouse full of iPads from a distant, eccentric relative? / Tallahassee: Yup. / Jeffrey: That means we can replace the iPad I left on the plane! / Tallahassee: Nope. / Jeffrey: Oh. Is the deal that you have to give them away to strangers? / Tallahassee: Yup. / Jeffrey: I've got an idea that's so crazy it just might work! / Forty-five minutes later... / [[Tallahassee and Jeffrey sit behind a computer.]] / Jeffrey: But don't use your own Twitter account, set up a fake one. / Tallahassee: What should I use for the icon? / Jeffrey: A picture of your cleavage... Now follow EVERYONE.
Cousin's Best Friend Man [[Jeffrey is in a white t-shirt emblazoned with "CBF" and the Venus sign, plus a red cape.]] / Baby: Wh... who are you? / Jeffrey: I'm a new super-hero! Cousin's Best Friend Man! / Jeffrey: One night, Cousin's Best Friend Man was just dialin' random phone numbers to prank call and got the White House! They still won't let him on an airplane. / Jeffrey: Cousin's Best Friend Man knows how to get your link on the front page of Yahoo! He once rented a storage unit and someone left a treasure chest full of Civil War money in there! / Jeffrey: Cousin's Best Friend Man once got the Boardwalk piece for McDonald Monopoly... He assumed it was just a common piece and threw it away. / {{Title text: Cousin's Best Friend Man once got out of a DWI by sucking on a penny.}} / {{Bottom text: Cousin's Best Friend Man once bought an eight ball from Donald Trump on the G train, true story}}
Little Kid [[Jeffrey is sitting in the fetal position on the floor, wearing nothing but his underpants. Weedmaster P stands behind him together with levitating YHWH.]] / Weedmaster P: HEY JEFFREY REMEMBER WHEN YOU WAS A LITTLE KID / Jeffrey: NO. / YHWH: Well I do. / Jeffrey: Uh oh. / YHWH: Remember when you used to remove all your clothes and jump up and down on your Mom and Dad's bed in front of a mirror? / Jeffrey: But I was but a youngling! No more than six years old! / YHWH: Yup. / [[Weedmaster P blushes, covers his mouth and looks like he is going to throw up.]] / [[Jeffrey frowns.]] / {{Footnote: The bed I have now is better than the one I used to do naked jumps on when I was a youngling}} / {{Title text: STOP WATCHING ME DO ALL MY WEIRD STUF YHWH}}
Friggin' Lambos {{Title: Friggin' Lambos}} / [[Weedmaster P and Jeffrey in a car]] / Jeffrey: Man it is insane how bad I used to want a friggin' Lambo. / Weedmaster P: DAYS OF WINE AND WANTIN FRIGGIN LAMBOS / Jeffrey: Nowadays whenever I see a dude in a friggin' Lambo I'm like "wow, instead off all the useful or helpful things that dude could have done with three hundred thousand dollars he just went out and bought him a friggin' Lambo." / Weedmaster P: I STILL KINDA WANT A FRIGGIN LAMBO THOUGH / Jeffrey: Well yeah, a used one though of course. / Weedmaster P: TWELVE OF THEM / Jeffrey: Fifteen. / Extra Text: when I was a teenager if given a choice I would have had a friggin lambo and lived in a yurt all because of some posters / {{Title Text: And the award for the most irresponsible Lambo having goes to... Scott Storch!}}
The Night of the Ghost of Weed Ape Meanwhile, in the woods... / The lonesome ghost of the Weed Ape silently haunts in search of...weed / [[the weed ape approaches a brightly lit house with an open window]] / [[the weed ape floats up to weedmaster p, who is sleeping on his bed]] / Weedmaster P: zzzzzzz / [[smiling, the weed ape floats into weedmaster p's mouth]] / Weedmaster P: zz zzt / Weedmaster P: cough / Weedmaster P: cough cough / [[weedmaster p wakes up, his eyes bloodshot]] / {{weed ape couldn't remember where snoop dog lived}} / {{alt text: WHOA, Weed Ape might stick around here for a little while, this place is NICE.}}
 
All The Weed Two days later... / Weedmaster P: Oh man I gotta smoke weed / I gotta smoke all the weed / Weedmaster P: Hey turd burgler do you got any weed / Jeffrey: Of course not! I'm a CEO and that sort of thing is not becoming of a CEO. / Jeffrey: Wait, what about all the weed in the weed silo? / Weedmaster P: Uhh umm well umm / Jeffrey: We just had this thing filled up last week. / Weedmaster P: I'm sorry / Jeffrey: We just had a stealth helicopter deliver five hundred thousand pounds of weed last week. / Weedmaster P: I said I'm sorry / Jeffrey: We rigged every clock in town to skip ahead one hour to make sure all the cops were off-duty in order to provide a window of time for Operation: Mother Nug Drop to be executed. / Weedmaster P: I may have behaved irresponsibly
Paperklip's Theory {{Title text: Paperklip's Theory}} / [[Jeffrey and Paperklip walk down a parking garage hallway. Paperklip is carrying a box of "Small things"]] / Jeffrey: Argh! / Paperklip: What's wrong, Jeffrey? / Jeffrey: It's Weedmaster P... / [[A close up on Jeffrey and Paperklip. Paperkilp has put down the box of small things]] / Jeffrey: He smoked about 250 tons of weed in like... two days. I think he has a problem. / Paperklip: Maybe. Or did it ever occur to you that he might be possessed by the spirit of a weed ape, causing a 200% increase in his want to get totally splugged out? / Jeffrey: Preposterous! / Jeffrey: Weed ape is only a.. / [[Weedmaster P stands in the carpark hallway with a yellow backpack on]] / Paperkilp: Where are you going, Weedmaster P? / Weedmaster P: BURNING MAN / Paperklip: But you hate- / Weedmaster P: AFTER THE GATHERING OF THE JUGGALOS / [[A close up on Jeffrey's face]] / Jeffrey: Agent Paperklip... I think you might be on to something!
Finding Weedmaster P Five days later... / Jeffrey: Wait! Burning Man and the Juggalo thing have been over for more than two weeks! / Soon, in the desert area of Black Rock, Nevada... / [[A sandstorm. Jeffrey and Tallahassee search.]] / Tallahassee: Is this a clue? / Jeffrey: I think... I think I see him over there! / [[Weedmaster P is prostrate in the sand. He has stuck some rolling papers into the sand and is sucking on the other end.]] / Jeffrey: Oh... oh God! Weedmaster P is trying to smoke Burning Man! / Tallahassee: We have to get him to Doctor Monkey! / {{Title text: It's like the beginning of Close Encounters except instead of a ship we find a guy trying to smoke the Earth.}} / {{Bottom text: Just a few miles south of the jungle area of Black Rock, Nevada}}
Doctor Monkey's Policies Doctor Monkey's office... / [[Jeffrey is supporting the weight of a strung-out Weedmaster P as he staggers into the office.]] / Jeffrey: Doctor Monkey, Doctor Monkey! There's something wrong with my friend, can you look at him? / <> / [[Doctor Monkey stands sternly, arms crossed.]] / Jeffrey: Oh yeah... uh, Weedmaster P... do you have insurance? / Weedmaster P: What's that is that like something you can smoke and get high off of / [[Jeffrey is saddened.]] / [[Doctor Monkey turns to Jeffrey expectantly.]] / [[Jeffrey hands Doctor Monkey a banana with a $20 bill taped to it.]] / {{Title text: This comic features a man having a non-verbal argument about health insurance with a monkey.}} / {{Bottom text: My momma never told me how many things you could get done in life when you tape money to a banana}}
Weedmaster P's Prognosis [[Weedmaster P continues to lie prone and motionless in Doctor Monkey's office.]] / Jeffrey: What's wrong with him, Doctor Monkey? / Tallahassee: Doctor Monkey, is Weedmaster P gonna... die? Just wonderin'. / [[Doctor Monkey turns around and waddles to the counter.]] / <> / [[Painstakingly using his less-versatile monkey hands, tongue sticking out, he scribbles on a piece of paper.]] / <> / [[It is "From the [desk of?] Doctor Monkey" custom stationery. He has written "possessed by a Weed Ape spirit".]] / Jeffrey: We suspected that, Doctor Monkey... is there anything you can prescribe? / [[Doctor Monkey reaches into the pocket of his lab coat.]] / [[Doctor Monkey pulls out a VHS tape labeled "GHOST BUSTERZ 2" which should not have fit in his pocket.]] / {{Title text: Doctor Monkey's prescription for an ingrown toenail is 500mg of Adderall taken eleven times daily}} / {{Bottom text: Doctor Monkey's prescription for thrombosis is a bootleg laserdisc copy of Disney's 'The Black Hole'}}
 
The Tape [[Jeffrey bears a VHS tape.]] / Jeffrey: Does anybody got one of those things that you put one of these things in that makes it go on the tee vee? / Baby: Ooh I got one! / Baby: I got it from the school I do substitute teachin' at. / Jeffrey: Whoa Baby! I didn't know you was a substitute teacher! / Baby: Well it ehn't... official. Anyway what is it? / Jeffrey: Doctor Monkey prescribed it, said it'd ged rid of Weedmaster P's Weed Ape Spirit possession. Get the eyeball clamps, please. / SOON / [[The TV screen says "GHOUL GLITTERZ".]] / Jeffrey: What is this? / [[Weedmaster P is in full Ludovico gear]] / Jeffrey: Oh God... it's like some kind of no-budget Turkish remake of Ghostbusters 2! / Weedmaster P: AUGH / Baby: Was Ghostbusters 2 this violent? / Jeffrey: I can't... I gotta go throw up... / Weedmaster P: MAKE IT STOP / Jeffrey: Take your medicine. / [[The Weed Ape Spirit departs Weedmaster P's body.]] / Weed Ape Spirit: You guys are sick man / Weedmaster P: AUUGH
The Wedding of Vermont Pete and The Outrider Jeffrey: Wow, Vermont Pete and The Outrider, that was the most crazy weddin' ever! What's it like bein' all married now? / Vermont Pete: It's like not being married... except, like, you're married. / The Outrider: Yee! / Jeffrey: Remember when we were all dirty hippies all rootin' around in the mud? Remember when you told me you was a Highlander? / Vermont Pete: A what? / Jeffrey: A Highlander? Remember? / Vermont Pete: I never... oh... oh wait... / Vermont Pete: I do remember. / The Outrider: [smiling] / Vermont Pete: Oh no.
Over It [[Jeffrey is sitting in the Upright Fetal Position of Angst on the floor.]] / Jeffrey: Ugggh, ohhh... oh man I'm gonna DIE someday... / Weedmaster P: Man ain't you over flippin' out about death yet - I mean come on / Jeffrey: No, but I'm over bein' over stuff. / [[Baby and Tallahassee appear out of nowhere.]] / Weedmaster P: AUGH / Baby: I was over bein' over bein' OVER stuff before it was cool. / Tallahassee: I'm already sick of shit that's gonna happen two hours from now. / Weedmaster P: The world is full of crashing bores / Many hours later... / Tallahassee: Do you.. do you think he really meant to quote Morrissey, or... / Jeffrey: I don't know, Tallahassee. I don't know. / {{Title text: The only thing I'm not over is 'Rock n' Roll Dreams'll Come Through', I'll never be over that.}} / {{Bottom text: I time-traveled to 2016 to become a future-hipster just so I could get sick of those jokes eight years in advance}}
Joanna's Addiction [[Jeffrey leans over to Joanna.]] / Jeffrey: Joanna, can I tell you a secret? Wait of course I can, you're my trusty little kitty cat and you'd never tell nobody nothin'. / Jeffrey (whispering): There ain't really nothin' wrong with the econonmy - it just looks like there is because all these internet companies don't tell the government that they make any money. / [[Caption: "One Hour Later"]] / [[Joanna, sweating with tension, puts a VHS tape in a manila envelope marked "the govenment".]] / [[Caption: The Day Before"]] / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, I... I think my cat might be a narc. / Weedmaster P: Why / Jeffrey: Oh, just a hunch. / [[He holds up Joanna's membership card for Narcoholics Anonymous.]] / {{Title text: Looks like Joanna let the... cat... out of the bag.}} / {{Bottom text: It's really, really hard to maintain anonymity in Narcoholics Anonymous}}
Joanna's Addiction Part Two [[Three Days Later]] / [[A green-eyeshaded IRS agent is standing next to Jeffrey's file cabinets.]] / Agent: I'm not even sure what the complaint was about, Mr. Rowland... you have one of the most legitimate businesses I've ever seen! / Jeffrey: Heh, just don't tell nobody, okay? I kinda got a... reputation. / Weedmaster P (whispering, from hiding): Are they gone / Jeffrey: They're gone, Weedmaster P. / Weedmaster P: What the hell man your cat is a NARC what in the HELL even / Jeffrey: Relax / Weedmaster P: RELAX but what in the dicks are we gonna DO man like 90% of the shit we do is ILLEGAL / Jeffrey: I will deal with the situation appropriately. / [[In a desolate room of Topatoco, Jeffrey confronts Joanna toweringly. The door to the room slams shut.]] / {{Title text: The IRS agent is loosely based on my accountant the 941st Reich}} / {{Bottom text: I am going to deal with my narc zombie cat in the most appropriate way I know how}}
 
Joanna's Addiction: The Conclusion [[Jeffrey is confronting Joanna.]] / Jeffrey: So Joanna... You're a narcoholic, huh? You got narcoholism? You get off on narcin' dudes out? Well guess what! You're in the wrong place if you want to narc out somebody! It might not seem like it but we run a pretty legit deal around here. / Jeffrey: You wanna narc somebody out go hang around some of them junkyard cats like Heathcliff and Mungo. Narc out all them punks and send 'em up the river! But you ain't narcin' out anybody around here 'cause there ain't nobody doin' nothin' wrong around here! / Weedmaster P: Did you do it did your snitch cat fall for your ingenious ruse / Jeffrey: I used so many double negatives I'm not even sure what I said. / Weedmaster P: Wanna go do some illegal stuff / Jeffrey: Hell yeah. / {{Title text: But seriously Joanna, narc out Wordsworth, that asshole needs to spend at least a decade behind bars.}} / {{Bottom text: Gonna go sing Happy Birthday Song in public and carry one ounce more marijuana than we're legally allowed to carry}}
Editorial Cartoon [[Grayscale editorial cartoon, balloon text in cursive like 18th-century cartoons. Everything is labelled. A large boat called "Liberty" on water called "The Persian Gulfe". Boat's figurehead (Baby?): "99%". Clouds: "CHINA". Weedmaster P's vomit over the side: "Reality TV". Mast: "Federal Reserve". Barrel: "Darke Mattre." Barrel falling overboard: "Equality". Seamonster tentacle grabbing Joanna: "wall st fat cats". Hand of God pointing at the boat: "Fiat", with wristband "CERN". Sharks' fins: "Israel" and "Nato". Illuminati eye-pyramid also painted on the boat.]] / Jeffrey: Occupye Outre Space / ??Shaved-head Tallahassee??: Fare thee well / [[Baby watches Jeffrey draw this, looking alarmed.]] / Baby: Whatcha drawin'? / Jeffrey: Editorial cartoon. / Baby: Don't quit yer day job. / Jeffrey: I can't. / {{Title text: I had no idea for a comic so I just sat down and this is what emptied out of my head. I make no warranties nor apologies except that iti is missing a crying Statue of Liberty.}} / {{Bottom text: In this piece Joanna represent the Wall Street "skinny cats"}}
Columbus Day 2011 [[Jeffrey and Tallahassee are lying on a beach, fully clothed, at night.]] / <> / <> / Jeffrey: What the shit was that? / <> / [[The "plop" noise is falling small sacks; another falls near Weedmaster P.]] / Jeffrey: What is it? / Weedmaster P: Ugh they're just bags full of syphilis / Jeffrey: Where are they coming from? Why are we on the beach? / Tallahassee: Sethulia's wedding! / <> / Weedmaster P: Augh oh no look it's Christopher Columbus' ghost boats the ghost Nano the spooky Pinto and the eerie Santa Burrito / Jeffrey: Shit it's Columbus Day and we forgot to eat our spaghetti tacos. We didn't take the necessary precautions! / <> / [[We see ships off shore, firing their cannons.]] / Tallahassee: I think they're trying to discover us! / Jeffrey: We have to stop them somehow! / Tallahassee: No wait... I think they're moving on. I think they're just shooting bags of syphilis all along the coast. / NEVER FORGET TO EAT YOUR SPAGHETTI TACOS ON COLUMBUS DAY / {{Title text: In fourteen hundred ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue, if he hollers make him pay, we've got spirit how 'bout you? -or- HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED ON BREAKING BAD HAPPENED}} / {{Bottom text: Four score and seven years ago Columbus sailed the ocean blue hickory dickory dock}}
TNMC Hit it! / This ain't no disco / And it ain't no country club either, / This is L.A. / All I want to do is have a little fun before I die / Says the man next to me out of nowhere / It's apropos of nothing he says his name is William / But I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or buddy / And he's plain ugly to me, and I wonder if he's ever / Had a day of fun in his whole life / We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday / In the bar that faces the giant car wash / And the good people of the world / Are washing their cars on their lunch breaks / Hosing and scrubbing as best they can / In skirts and suits / And they drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks / Back to the phone company, the record stores, too / Well, they're nothing like Billy and me / 'Cause / [Chorus] / All I wanna do is have some fun / I got a feeling I'm not the only one / All I wanna do is have some fun / I got a feeling I'm not the only one / All I wanna do is have some fun / Until the sun comes up over / Santa Monica Boulevard / I like a good beer buzz, early in the morning / Billy likes to peal the labels from his bottles of bud / He shreds them on the bar then he lights up every match / In an over-sized pack letting each one burn / Down to his thick fingers before blowing and / Cursing them out, he's watching / The bottles of bud as they spin on the floor / And a happy couple enters the bar / Dangerously, close to one another / The bartender looks up from his want ads / But, / [Chorus] / Otherwise the bar is ours, the day and the night / And the car wash, too, the matches and the / Buds, and the clean and dirty cars, / The sun and the moon , / But, all I wanna do is have some fun / I got a feeling I'm not the only one / All I wanna do is have some fun / I got a feeling I'm not the only one / All I wanna do is have some fun / I got a feeling the party has just begun / All I wanna do is have some fun / I won't tell you that you're the only one / All I wanna do is have some fun / Until the sun comes up over / Santa Monica Boulevard / Until the sun comes up over / Santa Monica Boulevard
Last Friday Night [[Weedmaster P looks concerned.]] / Weedmaster P: Hey do you know if in that "Last Friday Night" song if she is talking about this most recent past Friday or the Friday before that one / Jeffrey: WHAAT?! / Jeffrey: Who cares about that, Weedmaster P? No one. Even people that write erotic fan stories about Japanese Animation have more important things to think about than that. Geez. / Weedmaster P: Oh well I was just wonderin cause the other night I... I... I SAW something
 
Car Problems Weedmaster P: Oh man remember when that satellite fell down and destroyed that whole city in Iowa? / Jeffrey: That didn't happen. / Weedmaster P (thinking): Oh shit I'm in the wrong world-line again. Gotta create a distraction. / Weedmaster P: Uh there's something wrong with my car. / Jeffrey: You don't have a car. / Weedmaster P: Oh really? / Weedmaster P: Then how do you explain... / [[Weedmaster P pressing a button on a car stereo]] / [[Flying scorpions stream out of the air vents]] / Weedmaster P: THIS? / {{The flying baby scorpions give you syphilis if they bite you}} / {{title text: This is the worst thing that can be wrong with a car, and I had a car with snakes one time that you couldn't roll the windows down.}}
Halloween 2011 Part One Jeffrey: It's almost Jesus-ween! How we gonna cele-bate? / Weedmaster P: GONNA THROW EGGS AT ALL THE MUSLINS AND HINDUS AND CATHLICS AND ATHIESTS / Weedmaster P: UP TOP / Jeffrey: But seriously what are we doin' for Halloween. Even Jesus is embarrassed about Jesus-ween. He TOLD me. / Baby: I'm writin' a romance novel 'bout Draculas! / Jeffrey: Oh come on aren't we done makin' fun of all that "Twilight" garbage? / [[Baby holds up a blue notebook]] / [[The notebook reads BULIMIC DRACULA]] / Jeffrey: Oh... I guess we're not. / {{alt-text: I always thought it was weird to have a holiday about Jesus' ween anyway. But that's just me. HEY NOW}} / {{tagline: Let's put one last "stake" in the "heart" of all these Twilight parodies. Or maybe make up something original.}}
Halloween 2011 Part Two [[Weedmaster P, AKA Bulimic Dracula, walks down hallway with bat]] / Narrator: A dracula takes flight on wings/A dracula does lots of things/This is the tale of a dracula competing/With a disorder in his manner of eating / [[Bulimic Dracula attacks Baby]] / Narrator: He doesn't have a pedigree/Or a detective agency/This dracula's a different breed/Inside his mind and how he feeds / [[Bulimic Dracula walks towards toilet]] / Narrator: His problem affects mortals too/It's a difficult problem to undo/After he brings his victim's doom/He's quickly off to the men's room / {{Title: Halloween 2011 Part Two}} / {{alt-text: Bulimic Dracula turns into a bat and dresses classy, like he's SUPPOSED to.}}
Halloween 2011 Part Three [[Bulimic Dracula vomits blood]] / Narrator: He doesn't want to live this way/Or "be undead" as some might say/It's often done against his will/It makes him weak, it makes him ill. / Narrator: His problem's steadfast perseverance/Has to do with his appearance/His body image, how he feels/Regurgitation's how he deals / [[He stands in front of mirror]] / Narrator: He thinks he's fat, despite objections/From his friends who give corrections/But it's hard to disprove imperfections/When you can not see your own reflection. / {{Title: Halloween 2011 Part Three}} / {{Alt-text: I like those fancy Southern draculas and also those ones that are all hunched over and look like rats}}
Halloween 2011 Part Four [[Bulimic Dracula walks down street]] / Narrator: Bulimic Dracula was growing frail/Though weak and sad he did travail/To find a fleeting meal to taste/Another human life to waste / [[Bulimic Dracula behind bush, Jeffrey sits on wall unaware]] / Narrator: A prey he spied! His senses active/A strange young man, not unattractive/Yet a man of girdth and weight/His B.M.I. was thirty-eight. / [[Bulimic Dracula trying to attack Jeffrey]] / Narrator: He struck! To his surprise he found/He couldn't fit his arms around/And folds, and flab and fleshy lumps.../My humps, my humps, my humps, my humps. / {{Title: Halloween 2011 Part Four}} / {{Alt-text: For the record my BMI is currently about 28 and dropping, but we have to sometimes alter things for the sake of the story}}
 

Archive Page:
<< 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40
41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 >>