Rip Van Rowland

Well, it's been quite the week! I believe I am about to have lunch with Mitch Clem, which should prove to be a sort of love-fest of free expression and good old Puritan values.

I wish you an astonishing weekend of grab-ass and horseplay.

Note to self: buy Katamari Damacy for PS2. Done.

That's Good Blasphemy

Goodness me. Two things:

Weedmaster P T-shirts go off sale on Saturday, and that's all there is to that.

Since I have just come back to life and gone back in time, I will be taking a few days off. Overcompensating will return on April 29.

Arriba!

Revelations

Something fishy is going on around here. I intend to get to the bottom of it.

Also Weedmaster P, if I get back to America you are going down, buddy.

The Lord Is My Lens Flare

Hey, it's me, Jeffrey!

I can't really talk about what is going on right now. I am in this weird place and according to these people, all of you guys are about to suffer pretty bad. I am in an internet cafe here and it is pretty neat! The guy who is seving drinks is a snake. He is from Missouri!

More tomorrow, I will post as these things come to me.

jeffR

Getting On

Hello everybody! There is Weedmaster P's second comic! I think this one is a lot better because it didn't instantly make me want to reach for a pistol, point it in any old direction and pull the trigger until it goes click (I love you Big Lebowski!).

Things are still really weird around here. Last night Weedmaster P was really mad because he found out Dr. Dre only had an honorary doctorate. Joanna has been SINGING (she is singing now) but when you go into the room she stops and just stares blankly at one spot on the wall. I feel like there are demonds about. Weedmaster P says he sees shapes but I think it is just the Machine Elves. Andrew WK doesn't even feel like partying (imagine that!).

As per Jeffrey's wishes, a large catapult is being constructed on top of the hill and his body is currently frozen and being made to smell of strawberries. A local newspaper has written a nice, short obituary for Jeffrey. Do you know how hard it is to find contractors who can build an accurate scale model of a 15th century catapult? It is very hard indeed.

It feels like things are different now. Everywhere I go people are frowning, and babies are crying. The crippled lady that holds the $5.00 pizza sign in front of Little Caesar's Pizza was crying. The sun came up almost an hour late this morning, but I see no mention of it on any news reports or chat shows. I am certain my clocks are correct (I collect clocks!).

Until tomorrow, try to enjoy the day! I will be sure to update if anything significant happens.

XOXOXO
Baby

Dying is Sad

Hi everybody. Things are kind of different around here now, everything just feels so wrong and empty. Weedmaster P has been making comics to put up in Jeffrey's place but honestly they frighten me quite a lot and generally make me feel very uneasy.

I have noticed Weedmaster P has been smoking a lot more, and staring at his hands. He says we should raise the price on Jeffrey's merchandise because things are more vaulable when you're dead and all that but that feels wrong. Needless to say Weedmaster P was up pretty late trying to learn how to use HTML.

Joanna is walking now but she just walks into the front door and tries to walk through it. We pick her up and set her back on the piano but she just keeps trying to walk through the front door, I guess she wants to go after Jeffrey.

I'll let you guys know more when we know more and things begin to stabilise. Jeffrey's will-reading was this morning and it was extremely complicated. At one point the lawyer got kind of embarassed and refused to keep reading it. He said he was going to the bathroom but right after that we heard his car engine rev up and peel out of the parking lot all fast and furious like. We don't know how such a corpulent man could have squeezed himself out the tiny bathroom window, but I guess fear makes many things possible.

It's 11:57am now, and it's time to figure out what giraffes eat.

XOXOXO
Baby

PS: Weedmaster P worked on this comic for about seven hours so be nice, okay?

JEFF DIED

JEFFREY TOLD US POST THIS IN CASE THAT SON OF A BITCH DIES

HE DIED

SORRY EVERYBODY

--W33DMASTR P