The Resilience of the Reefer Man
Well I guess it's a good thing that Weedmaster P smokes so much weed, but to be honest this wouldn't have even happened if he didn't smoke so much weed. I don't know, I guess fortune really does favor the foolish.
There may or may not be comics for tomorrow. I am embarking on a pilgrimage back to the small Oklahoma town from whence I was wrought, re-assembling my fragmented family for the anniversary of my birth. They ain't got inter nets out that way though, so I will probably be unavailble by e-communications until Monday.
If you participated in the birthday fundraiser, please be sure I have your correct name on file (email work[a]wigu.com). I have a little surprise lined up for you special doggies and doggettes.
My arch-nemesisThe Englishman has one of these "blogs" now too!
posted by jeffrey rowland at 4:31:00 PM
20 Comments:
My birthday was yesterday. May kicks ass.
Oh, come on. Even Boregon has intarweb.
Did you mean to say "He got cut in a half with lightsaber" instead of "He got cut in half with a lightsaber"? Just checkin'.
"The lightsaber just went off by itself" is a bad story to cover up the true reason for him starting up his lightsaber. You should have said something about your house being infected by dark side rodentia.
Thanks for pointing that out! I do a lot of post editing and sometimes mistakes slip through the ornate web of my discriminating gaze.
I got your back, Jeff.
I got my Pot shirt. I love you Jeff.
Have my impossible and illegitimate internet babies.
Must be the pot phumes embedded in that 60% Cotton/40% Pottyester shirt.
I wonder why Blogger let me do that?
Anybody else see Baby in this and go "Whoa. WMP is gonna be pissed that she's dressed up as Data"?
I'm half the man I used to be.
I like the squishy bits in Weedmaster P's insides. Because...that is what it would look like if you were to get cut in half...
Um...not that I know from personal experience or anything.
Perhaps you know this, but the bit about drunks often surviving crashes better is a myth. Consider this book on traffic safety research.
I was trying to read that page on traffic safety on my PDA while driving drunk and it made me run off the road.
But I wasn't hurt, because my lightsaber was in the glove compartment where it belongs. Remember, kids, don't drive drunk while reading safety manuals, and only forest fires can prevent bears.
This is the Valley, Vincent! There ain't no mother fuckin' friendly place!
LSD makes a person impervious to electrocution, BSD makes a person want to do LSD.
Hah... I actually liked it better with "He was cut in a half with lightsaber." It just sounded a lot funnier, like it was an intentional play-on-words.
I had a girlfriend once who wanted me to try LSD and then perform BSD. OMGWTF?
BSD is really messed up, man. Girls who do that stuff have no self-respect.
Happy birtday J-Ro!
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