if I was famous pt 2
Thursday, January 22nd, 2009okay so these aren’t really based on real events anymore, I’m getting carried away.
also, bloggage.
okay so these aren’t really based on real events anymore, I’m getting carried away.
also, bloggage.
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January 22nd, 2009 at 11:27 am
What you do in that situation is, you hold up a big curved silver dish, and the fire hits it, gets turned around, and flies back at him.
January 22nd, 2009 at 11:33 am
no, in that situation, what you do is stash Kleenex in the bathroom until you remember to pick up more shit tickets. Keep the cardboard roll in your pant pocket as a reminder.
January 22nd, 2009 at 12:12 pm
hate to imagine what he would have done if you had said yes…
January 22nd, 2009 at 2:02 pm
unrelated comment: i saw a really cute picture of you and this blonde chick on the interwebs. it got me thinking… when’s the fart party going to feature some sexual experimentation?? throw us gays a bone, sista!
January 22nd, 2009 at 2:43 pm
meh.
January 22nd, 2009 at 4:41 pm
I like how creepily vacant his eyes are in the first two panels before EXPLOOOODDDDEE, guess the meds wore off.
And I know celebrities have probably experienced a lot of fucked up things, but whoever said truth was stranger than fiction… um, lying.
January 23rd, 2009 at 3:35 am
It started with skeet shooting in the desert … the gory new fart party!
January 23rd, 2009 at 11:53 am
I think that people would be happier if they carried around cans of WD40 and lighters so they can make instant mini flame throwers. I bet it would release a lot of pent up stress. Plus I think people are more polite to folks if they know they have a flame thrower on them.
January 23rd, 2009 at 1:12 pm
I was going to say that I like both your spilling coffee and the shape of your bellywhen you sit down, but now I just have to go ahead and agree with Jeff. Wait, no I don’t. No I don’t.
January 23rd, 2009 at 2:05 pm
So you will go out with me?
January 23rd, 2009 at 3:21 pm
So is it ever safe to either compliment or flirt with you?
January 24th, 2009 at 2:44 am
Do one that doesn’t involve stalkers. How about getting made fun of because of the frumpy dress you’d wear to an award show.
Thanks for the relatable bit at the end. I wish my GF’s brother wouldn’t use half the roll to blow his nose.
January 24th, 2009 at 7:36 am
some questions answered:
-the gory new fart party!
actually, it’s not new at all, I’m just ripping myself off
http://www.fartparty.org/2006/06/10/sleeping-together/
-when’s the fart party going to feature some sexual experimentation??
-well, since it’s autobiographical, not any time soon. And since it’s not high school anymore, probably never.
-So is it ever safe to either compliment or flirt with you?
no, since apparently I support carrying around lighters and hairspray to shoot fire into people’s faces? it’s a JOKE.
-Do one that doesn’t involve stalkers.
you can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real dad!
January 25th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
So, you’re telling me that you aren’t obligated to go out on a date with a guy who visits your website twice a month when he recognizes you in public? And that the punishment for avoiding that shouldn’t be amateur flamethrowered in the face?
Hrm, I got a lot of I’m Sorry cards I gotta write.
Jake of 8bitjoystick.com
Plus I think people are more polite to folks if they know they have a flame thrower on them.
An armed society is a polite society.
January 25th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
In Oakland for work this week… reminds me of you (being in the Bay Area in general… not Oakland specifically). Wanted to send some love.
January 26th, 2009 at 1:18 am
Torched face…what a horrifying concept. Jesus.
January 26th, 2009 at 6:52 pm
Hey Jeff,
You forgot Julia’s mom’s a reader!
January 28th, 2009 at 3:05 am
HAHA OHHH SNAP! I want my mum to defend my honour on the internet.
February 1st, 2009 at 7:06 pm
This reminds me of the scene in THE KING OF COMEDY when the old lady stops Jerry Lewis on the street, tells him how great he is, etc, and when he declines to speak to her son on the phone, she screams “YOU SHOULD GET CANCER!!”