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The Puppet Master The Poopmonster: The world's governments are merely puppets controlled by sinister, reptilian aliens. / Weedmaster P: YOU'RE CRAZIER THAN A SHITHOUSE RAT / SELF TRANSFORMING MACHINE ELVES RUN SHIT / Jeff: Stop hollering! You woke up Joanna! / Weedmaster P: WELL IT AIN'T HARD TO WAKE UP SOMETHING THAT JUST SLEEPS ALL THE TIME / Jeff: How dare you. / Jeff: The only thing that's in control is unavoidable oblivion, isn't it, Joanna? / Let's be wild and free!
Gynocide Weedmaster P: HOW MANY WOMEN DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHT BULB / Jeffrey Rowland: I have no earthly idea. / Weedmaster P: NONE ALL THEY DO IS BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING / [[The Gynostryker flies in from the side]] / The Gynostryker: Did somebody say something about women? / Weedmaster P: OH SHIT IT'S THE GYNOSTRYKER / [[They Gynostryker swinging a yellow lasso]] / Jeffrey Rowland: Wow, is that like Wonder Woman's magical truth lasso? / The Gynostryker: Kind of but not exactly. / [[Lasso wraps around Weedmaster P's crotch]] / Weedmaster P: WHAT IN / [[Weedmaster P hits the wall]] / <> / Weedmaster P: HOLY JESUS CHRIST / [[Weedmaster P goes flying into the air]] / Weedmaster P: YEAAAAAG / Jeffrey Rowland: Man! / Jeffrey Rowland: You know what I like best about Wonder Woman? I like her butt. Then her boobs. Her face is alright / <> / {{title text: Gynocide}}
Gynocide {{Gynocide}} / [[Weedmaster P, in a 911 t-shirt, points a finger at Jeffrey, who shrugs]] / Weedmaster P: HOW MANY WOMEN DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHTBULB / Jeffrey: I have no earthly idea. / Weedmaster P: NONE ALL THEY DO IS BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING / [[The Gynostryker flies in rope in hand, Weedmaster P starts running]] / Gynostryker: Did somebudy say something insulting about women? / Weedmaster P: OH SHIT IT'S THE GYNOSTRYKER / [[The Gynostryker starts twirling the rope like a lasso; Jeffrey looks after]] / Jeffrey: Wow, is that like Woner Woman's Magical Truth Lasso? / Gynostryker: Kind of but not exactly. / [[The lasso cinches around Weemaster P's dick]] / Weedmaster P: WHAT IN / [[The lasso throws Weedmaster P against a brick wall]] / <> / Weedmaster P: HOLY JESUS CHRIST / [[The lasso hurls Weedmaster P into the air, Jeffrey watches]] / Weedmaster P: YEAAAAAG / Jeffrey: Man! / [[Jeffrey talks to the Gynostryker, she cracks her knuckles and looks crafty]] / <> / Jeffrey: You know what I like best about Wonder Woman? I like her butt. / Then her boobs. / Her face is all right.
The Legend of Vampicorn Floating hologram of Weedmaster P: JEFFREY SCIENCE HAS DISCOVERED A BRAND NEW CREATURE THAT IS HALF VAMPIRE AND HALF UNICORN / Jeff: My God. / TV: The Unipire, as we're calling this creature, is basically a living nightmare. Its blood is made of pure, liquid sin. / <> / TV: The Dracucorn, as we're calling this creature, vants to drink your dreams. It is the most horrifying thing you could possibly imagine.
Future Shock Jeffrey: There's something I've been wanting to axe you about, Weedmaster P. How come you're a floating hologram now? / Weedmaster P: I AM IN THE FUTURE / [[2036]] / Weedmaster P: I AM WITH JOHN TITOR / Weedmaster P: WE ARE GOING TO SAVE THE FUTURE / Weedmaster P: JOHN TITOR GO BACK TO 2000 AND POST MESSAGES ON THE INTERNET / John Titor: Yes sir. / [[Weedmaster P stands looking very satisfied.]] / Weedmaster P: MAN I TOTALLY FORGOT WHAT I WAS DOING
OVERCOMPENSATING: Actual Things That Happen to Jeffrey Rowland Jeffrey: What time you got, El Poopmonster? / The Poopmonster: One oh two and three seconds, April (four) fifth, two-thousand six. / Jeffrey: Oh my GOD. / Jeffrey: 1:02:03 on 4/5/06 (in American)... If it's gonna go down, it's gonna go down right now. / [[missile fires]] / Jeffrey: Holy! / [[imperial probe droid appears]]
 
Terrible Is The New Awesome Jeff: Detective Baby, I have reason to believe our suspect- Weedmaster P- is an Alien Human Hybrid. / Baby. Why do you think that, Lieutenant Rowland? / Jeff: Look how his hair sticks up. It is definitely covering up some kind of antennae. / Baby: That's the cool style that cool folks get their hair did up like now! You're gettin' too old to get the cool styles. / Jeff: How dare you. / Jeff [singing]: It's hard to stay cool when everything is so stupid. / I use a word that don't mean nothin' like looptid.
I Turned My Webcam On Jeffrey Rowland: The Internet is Cheetos and Mountain Dew for the soul. / Weedmaster P: A STEADY DIET OF LIVEJOURNAL AND XANGA CAUSES LONG TERM HEALTH PROBLEMS WOAH / [[Elvis is sitting on a unicorn in front of a McDonald's]] / Jeffrey Rowland: That's it. That picture is what the Internets are all about. / Weedmaster P: I'LL UM I'LL BE RIGHT BACK
[INSERT BAD THING] ON A PLANE Jeff: All of the movies that are being released this year involve terrible things that happen on aeroplanes. / The Gynostryker: Can we please stop talking about Snakes on a Plane? / Jeff: I'm talkin' about United 93, the newest major motion picture to exploit the tragic events and subsequent jingoistic nationalism of nine-eleven. / [[ Jeff holds up a newspaper reading "UNITED 93 SUICIDAL LUNATICS ON A PLANE" ]] / The Gynostryker: And people wonder why airlines are struggling. / Weedmaster P: WHY DON'T YOU MAKE A T-SHIRT OFF THIS ONE ASS SACK / Jeff: Why don't you take off your shirt when you're in the hot tub? It's rude. / Weedmaster P: I got modesty. / Jeff: Me too.
The Wall [[George Bush is wearing a hardhat and standing in front of a giant wall]] / George Bush: Heh heh. That giant wall oughta keep those crummy Mexicans out of America. / [[2010 - THE SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE WHITE HOUSE OVAL OFFICE]] / [[Jeffrey sits at a desk while Baby reads off of a clipboard]] / Baby: Mr. President! The Canadians got an army of werewolves and they're fixin' to attack! / Jeffrey: Evacuate America, Secretary of State Baby. The Canadians have the upper hand here. / Baby: But - / Jeffrey: Make it so. / Baby: I tried to warn you! / Jeffrey: I totally forgot about the wall! / Weedmaster P: Oh shiiiiii- / [[Werewolves emblazoned with maple leaf symbols and wielding hockey sticks charge towards them]]
We Got To Pray Just To Make It Today [[Jeffrey is tucking Joanna in]] / Jeffrey: Joanna, you just say your prayers and that mean old Vampicorn won't come in and take you in the night. / [[Joanna is kneeling and praying]] / Jeffrey: And torture you! / [[LATER]] / [[The Vampicorn is holding Joanna in submission]]
 
Night Mares Baby: Jeffrey, it's a ransom scroll for Joanna from Vampicorn! / Jeff: She's dead, isn't she? / Baby: Yes... but she is a zombie, remember? / Jeff: Yes. / Baby: It's written in an obscure dialect but it looks like he's willing to give Joanna back if we give him our dreams. / Jeff: I don't have dreams anymore. Only nightmares. / Weedmaster P: I HAVE THIS ONE NIGHTMARE WHERE I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND JESUS IS LOOKING AT ME AND HE SCREAMS AT ME FOR HOURS AND I CAN'T CLOSE MY EYES / Jeff: Sleeping is horrible.
Question Blocks Mario: Mama mia! What are you doin' with-a the Question Blocks? / Toad: I gotta take 'em down, Mario! The Department of Mushroom Kingdom Security says they might be bombs! / Mario: But I need-a the Question Blocks for money and power-ups! It's the only way I can save-a the Princess! / Toad: I'm sorry, Mario. / [[THAT NIGHT... Mario sits at the bar drinking, while a Koopa bartends]] / [[THE NEXT DAY Bowser in a tuxedo and Princess Peach stand before a Bobomb.]] / Bobomb: ...husband and wife! / [[Princess Peach cowers on a bed while Bowser reaches out lecherously]]
Of NASCAR and String Cheese Jeff: Weedmaster P, Sit down with me and let's drink this bottle of whiskey and get buck wild. / Weedmaster P: NO THANKS KEMOSABE I AM ON THE HOOCH TRAIN TO DRY CITY / Jeff: What / Jeff: But I thought you loved retarding your motor skills at the expense of your digestive system! / Weedmaster P: I USED TO BUT THEN I DECIDED I NO LONGER WANT TO FEEL JUST LIKE A MAN WHO THINKS NASCAR IS FASCINATING / Jeff: I see. You'd rather feel like a guy who thinks jam bands are awesome. / Weedmaster P: YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH / Jeff: I'm sorry.
I Do Too Have Problems Jeffrey: My arm hurts from signing my autograph hundreds of times / Weedmaster P: OH YEAH AND MY JAW IS ALL SORE FROM KISSING GIRLS DICK / [[Jeffrey has Joanna in a baby carrier]] / Jeffrey: Nobody understands my problems, Joanna! They don't know how bad it is to have trouble paying your five-digit tax bill because you blew it all partying! / Jeffrey: I'm tired of everyone being nice to me all the time! I wish someone was mean to me for once! / [[God trains a sniper rifle on Jeffrey]]
Time Fogey Narration: MY DEATHBED CIRCA 2170... / Jeff: Why oh why couldn't I have done everything differently... / Jeff: Oh sweet Angel of Death... have mercy on an old man... / Weedmaster P: IT'S ME YOU OLD DUMBASS I FELT SORRY FOR YOU AND BRUNG YOU A TIME MACHINE / Jeff: What's a dumb old bastard like me gonna do in the past... / Weedmaster P: DO LIKE I DID AND GO BACK AND GIVE THE MACHINE TO YOUR YOUNGER SELF / HOLD STILL / IF TIME WAS YOUR BITCH... WHAT WOULD YOU DO? / TIME FOGEY / the time hobbler! / Narration: TO BE CONTINUED!
 
Thursday Update Topato: There is one thing I do not understand, my Liege. Why would a young, attractive female of your social standing even be required to read for any reason. / Princess: I want to get a job!
The Revenge of 420 Jeff: You know what's stupid, The Poopmonster? Nuclear weapons. Also, why aren't you wearing a shirt now? / The Poopmonster: I don't do laundry, bub. I just make new T-shirts. / Jeff: But why does everyone think they need weapons that are designed to burn millions of people to death? Life is horrifying enough as it is! / The Poopmonster: Let's go to Yiffington's. / Narration: LATER / [[ Jeffrey and The Poopmonster sit in the back seat of a squad car labeled "420" ]] / Jeff: Furries sure get upset when you pull their tails and pretend to be satanists. / The Poopmonster: You should try marrying one of them.
President Bush Is Doing a Terrible Job Jeffrey: I want to be proud to be an American but I'm ashamed of the Bush Administration! / <> / Weedmaster P: MAN YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT OR THEY'LL COME GET YOU / Jeffrey: Exactly! / <> / Jeffrey: SHUT UP!! / [[Jeffrey leaps up]] / Jeffrey: Rrrrrargh! / [[Jeffrey grabs the bald eagle in a headlock]] / Jeffrey: Shut your beak! / Bald Eagle: SQUAWK SQUAWK / [[Jeffrey punches the bald eagle in the head]] / <> / [[Jeffrey lands in a kung fu stance amid falling feathers]] / [[Jeffrey stands over the body of the bald eagle]] / Jeffrey: Who's next?!
Time to Try Eternify Jeff: According to this report, rich people are terrified of their own mortality. We can make money from this. / Baby: Can we make up a new religion that teaches people to be nice to each other? / Jeff: I said make money. We can worry about peace after we all have fighter jets. / Weedmaster P: HOW ABOUT A RELIGION WHERE PEOPLE JUST SMOKE BUD AND COOL OUT / Jeff: You don't get it. / Jeff [singing]: I once met a man worth 50 mil, / That's fifty million dollar bills, / But he's gonna die- he's gonna fry, / unless he buys Eternify, / The True Religion from TopatoCo, / for $5,000 I'll tell you mo'!
Doppelbanger Jeffrey: [[thinking]] It's been nearly two days... I still can't shake that dream... / [[A clone of Jeffrey sits on the couch]] / Jeffrey: [[thinking]] It was like something out of a dream... [[says]] Woah! / Jeffrey's Clone: Hello, Jeffrey! I need to tell you something. / Clone: Come closer. I need to whisper it... / [[Jeffrey sits down beside his clone]] / [[Jeffrey leans in to kiss his clone]]
 
Stop Being Mean To Women Jeff as a talkshow host: So why do you hate men so bad, Gynostryker? / Gynostryker: I don't hate men, I just wish they didn't treat women like crap all the time. I want justice. / Jeff as a talkshow host: But I treat women real good, Miss Gynostryker. Just a few weeks ago I let a girl kiss me, and I only charged her twenty dollars. / Gynostryker: [["Craks" knuckles]] / Weedmaster P: I have found Gynostryker's hidden weakness - pictures of wiener dogs. / Jeff as a talkshow host: Whoa, I thought you was one of them terr'ists! / Gynostryker: THEY ARE SO CUTE / {{she has a point.}}
To Heave and to Heave Not [[Jeffrey is slumped over a toilet.]] / Jeffrey: Guk. Oh God no dry heaves. Gak. / Jeffrey: Gurrrrrrrrk! Hurrrrrrk! / Jeffrey: Oh God and Jesus please make it stop. / God: Ha ha! Look at him go! / Jesus: Jeffrey Rowland is the Michael Jordan of dry heaving. / {{BLURGH}}
All Cats Don't Go To Heaven Jeffrey: Joanna, are you a Satanist? You have to tell me if you are. / Jeffrey: Baby, I think Joanna is a Satanist because she's mentally incapable of believing in Jesus. / Baby: Jeffrey, animals don't need to believe in God or the Devil. They just rot when they die. / Jeffrey: Goodbye, Joanna. I'm gonna get a new pet that can go to Heaven with me when I die... Like a Furby or a sheet with a hole cut in it. / [[Small panel inside the third panel shows a box with a shipping label addressed to "Hell" on it.]]
TOS [[Baby, Weedmaster P, and Jeffrey are around the computer]] / Baby: Jeffrey, it's Tom from Myspace. He's crying. / Jeffrey: Tell him I don't have time to be his friend. We're trying to figure out when Cinco de Mayo is this year. / Weedmaster P: I'M TELLING YOU IT'S IN JUNE / Jeffrey: It's the first Friday in May. That's why they call it Cinco de Mayo. / Baby: Tom is really upset. He says if you don't make him your friend he's gonna make a really sad video blog. / Jeffrey: I told Tom I'm not going to be his friend unless he agrees to my Terms of Service. / Baby: But your Terms of Service are unreasonable, impossible, and largely illegal. / Jeffrey: Exactly. / {{title text: But if he ever switch sides like Anakin, you would sell everything including the mannequins.}}
Tom Versus the Volcano [[Jeffrey and The Poopmonster are walking through the mansion]] / Jeffrey: Poopmonster, do you want to see my new character Horse-Man? He's Schizophrenic. / Poopmonster: I think you'd be wise to pay more attention to the situation with Tom from Myspace. / Jeffrey: I don't care about Tom from Myspace! All I care about is Horse-Man! / Poopmonster: Well Tom's on the front porch at this very moment. / Jeffrey: To the Surveillance chamber! / [[Surveillance chamber. Close-up of a black and white monitor showing a video feed from outside. Tom is holding up a camera.]] / Jeffrey: My God... / Jeffrey: Release the hounds. / Poopmonster: Release the hounds! / Weedmaster P: UH WE HAD A PROBLEM WITH THE HOUNDS AND UH THEY AIN'T ALIVE NO MORE / Jeffrey: WELL SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!! / [[Outside, Weedmaster P confronts Tom with a lightsaber.]] / {{title text: Horseman is allergic to Pills.}}
 
This Great Society is Going Smash [[Outside the mansion, Weedmaster P confronts Tom from Myspace]] / Weedmaster P: YOU BETTER PUT THAT DAMN CAMERA DOWN, MYSPACE TOM THIS AIN'T A GODDAMN MIRROR IT'S A LAZER SWORD / Tom: I have to hold a camera like this! It's the code of Myspace. / Weedmaster P: SUCKS TO BE YOU THEN MYSPACE TOM IT'S CONTRACT RENEGOTIATIN' TIME / <> / [[Myspace Tom's arm has been chopped off.]] / Tom: Augh!! / [[Jeffrey works at an art table.]] / Text: INSIDE... / Jeffrey: Keep it down out there! I'm tryin' to draw these Horse-Man comics! / [[Creepy FOX office/lair/lab. Rupert Murdoch stand there wearing a cloak.]] / Text: LATER, AT THE OFFICES OF FOX/NEWSCORP/MYSPACE... / Rupert Murdoch: Lord Tom? / Lord Tom (off camera): Yes, my master. / [[Darth Vader-like Tom rises into view. He looks a little like Peter from Family Guy.]] / Rupert Murdoch: Riiiise... / Lord Tom: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo / Lord Tom: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo / Lord Tom: ooooooooooooo *GASP* oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo / <> / {{title text: This is also my submission to be the writer that completely ruins Family Guy.}}
Cigarette Eddy Weedmaster P: CIGARETTE EDDY DIED / Jeffrey: Man, I was NOT ready to hear that. / Narrator: Cigarette Eddy was so full of life! / Cigarette Eddy: Can I borrow $500? I'll pay you back when my disability check comes in. / Cigarette Eddy: I'm good for it! / Narrator: Remember how he would sit at drive-thrus and read the menu for 15 minutes until he ordered? / / Narrator: AND THAT TIME HE RAN UP $10,000 IN LATE FEES FOR GIRLS GONE WILD TAPES / Jeffrey: How'd he die? Murder? / Weedmaster P: NO HE GOT BIT BY A BIRD AND GOT THE BIRD FLU / Jeffrey: Bird flu... / {title text: Cigarette Eddy}
The Girl Next Door {{Title Text: The Girl Next Door}} / {{Rollover Text: Desperate Housewives call for Desperate Measures}} / Weedmaster p: JEFFERY THAT NEIGHBOR CHICK IS HERE I THINK SHE WANTS TO PARTY / Jeffrey: What neighbor? / Weedmaster P: YOU KNOW SHE'S LIKE A HUNDRED YEARS OLD BUT SUPER HOT / Jeffrey: All right. / HOURS LATER... / Neighbor:... and he's lazy and he's stupid and he makes these disgusting giant sandwiches all hours of the night... / Jeffrey: Souns like a real piece of crap. / Neighbor: You understand me, Jeffrey... I... I've never felt this way before... / SOON / [[They are having sex]]
The Worst That Can Happen {{Title Text: The Worst That Can Happen}} / {{Rollover Text: Not Safe For Jail}} / [[Weedmaster P with a knife and Dilbert / Dilbutt with a drink in the bar]] / Dilbert: My boss is an idiot and my existence is utter meaningless monotony. / Weedmaster P: THEN QUIT YOUR JOB YOU FAT SACK OF CRAP YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE COMPUTER ASS / Weedmaster P: EVERYBODY AT THIS PARTY IS A DOUCHE-TURN JEFFREY I HATE THIS NEIGHBORHOOD / Jeffrey: I made a huge mistale Weedmaster P... I made a cuckold of a decent man. / Weedmaster P: EH WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN / Meanwhile / [[Dagwood ina dark room holding a gun and scratching his head]]
Beetlebum {{Title Text: Beetlebum}} / {{Rollover Text: DARKNESS IMPRISONING ME - ALL THAT I SEE - ABSOLUTE HORROR - I CANNOT...}} / [[Poopmnster and Jeffrey in the city drinking coffee and beer respectively]] / Poopmonster: Don't make eye contact with him DO NOT. / Jeffrey: Who, that guy? / Poopmonster: Crap. / Beetle Bailey: I GOT AGENT ORANGE, GULF WAR SYNDROME, PTSD, BIPOLAR, AND MY LEGS CHOPPED OFF BY INSURGENTS AND THE GOV'MENT WON'T PAY ME NO DISABILITY!! / Jeffrey: Do you take Paypal? / Beetle Bailey: WHAT? / Jeffrey: Just take my card! / Jeffrey: Ware is hell, isn't it the Poopmonster? / Poopmonster: Don't you talk about Hell like that. / Jeffrey: Sorry.
 

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