Guest Comic by Justin Pixler
Jeffrey: Oh sorry Joanna, I used the last of the liquor to get through the election guide. Beer goggles do not work on politics, apparently. If you're really jonesin' for a fix there's a pint of my blood in the fridge.
Baby: Jeffrey weren't you savin' that for a 'mergency?
Jeffrey: Damn right.
Weedmaster P: Oh tough break buddy I need this blood for my blood pipe
Weedmaster P: Would you care for a blood toke?
[[Joanna the cat and Weedmaster P are both hooded, Joanna holds a bong over a glowing Marijuana/weed leaf]]
Jeffrey: Gorram it, usin' my blood for the blood pipe and you didn't even invite me.
Weedmaster P: Eat a dick