Somehow Tony and Wes lived through the San Diego Comic-Con, and afterward with their last ounce of strength they constructed this comic. They met some cool folks, too.
Also, the alliteration alocator is allegedly alarming almost all the Albanian Alchemists along the atlantic alcoves.
But before the boat becomes benign, let’s backup because brothers became buried in backyard barricades.
Cool. Certain comics creators can completely characterize contradiction cleverly creating coincidental chaos. Crazy.
Despair! Despite the doctors diligent dedication the device didn’t do its duties. Disasters developed do to delays during development and a deviated deadline.
Egads! Every earthling exceeds the energy expectations of this ever eerie epitaph of early extra-terrestrial enigmas
The dedicated diction of devious drivel discards description for defined demands.
Essentially, everyone elaborates equivocally, enquiringly engaging in elucidating erroneous euphuisms.
for fucks fragile foot, feeble fruititions of failed humor, fall far to the firey fleets of floopa
Golly! Gerrymandering Garfiled Gobbles the Giant Gallberrys and Watches Gay Girraffes Garish in Gayness
Holy Hell! How heathens hath helped honor humor henceforth humbles humans.
In indiscriminate innocence it is inevitably intriguing, if intimate intercourse interests insects.
Daily delays dominate dedicated drug dealer distribution. Don’t deregulate dirty double digit dollar dividends directly. Determine delocalized delivery and demand domain data to debate dual declarations of decriminalization and deportation of dirty drug dealer dudes.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
C-C-Combo Breaker 😀
C-C-C Combo Cracker…wait….nevermind…..
someone must of divided by 0
Although bags cause death, every foolish goon has intentionally jaw kicked loudmouthed noobs over puerile questions
5/0=0 (remainder five)
Can you comic lovers control your crap-load of constant consonants [this crafty conspiracy called alliteration]?
You had the perfect setup for ‘consonance’ before you crashed and conflagrated.
Damn, dogged determination by droll drones drives dilartoy dissertations drawing-out the delightful diverting distractions.
Dare we discontinue?
While we the weak and teary wait to wish a Wes and Tony work, time will turn to weeks and…
this joke will eventually get old.
it’s over….it’s finally over.
Hey! That looks suspiciously similar to my Bathroom Buddy©
Haha. Good one.
The southeast desperately wants to meet the two of you.
I think they need Alanis Morissette’s help for this one.
I think they based it off of Morisette’s song in the first place. Hence why it’s broken.
If that was true it would have really been a banana
Alanis has a twin brother named Wade, did you know that?
I think you mean the Simile Machine.
Allanis never passed grade 9 english.
I bet her twin brother Wade did.
“The onomatopoeia machine isn’t working, sir.”
“Give it a whack.”
And the personification machine is dead too
It looks more like a toaster.
Is the Irony machine intended for detecting irony, or generating it?
So then, it IS generating irony. But only as long as it isn’t. (So it actually might be a paradox machine.)
Doctor Poofinger? Is that you?
At least you tried harder then Jeph. Damn bird.
“I think they need Alanis Morissette’s help for this one.”
That’s not ironic it’s just fucking unfortunate!
Ed Byrne fan?
Looks like the Ecto Trap from Ghostbusters.
Morrisettian irony: A form of irony that occurs when someone claims a non-ironic event is ironic, thus unintentionally lending it a level of meta-irony.
pretty ironic, huh?
I have never met a- ironic
I wonder if there are crumbs of burnt irony at the bottom of that thing
What’s the dangling preposition machine for?
You win the internet! (And this hyperbolephone!)
I honestly think the first two panels are funny enough on their own.
Franklin Bruno wrote a song back in the day called “The Irony Engine”, this reminded me of that.
Holy crap, how do i register here??!!!1111 one one one
lmao, I love how the scientist is pointing at him and idk why. He should make a re appearance if this isn’t one already.
How do we get the damn split infinitive machine to freakin’ work?
Also, is that Wes and Tony in 20 years? Because I can see them starting a project like this in 14 years.
It’s too bad they didn’t create a hyperbole generator. That would be the greatest thing ever made in the history of the Universe..
“Have you checked the Ambiguity forecaster yet?” “Yea, it says your wife is getting screwed in five minutes… well, three now.” “I hate that thing.”
“I think it’s broken.”
At least the aposiopesis machine is—
You mean it–?
Oh the Irony.? Right?
V, I believe that you have won the Internet.
Zoinks! Zany Zealous Zarise Zebras zestfully zapped zig-zagging zen zimbalists zanily zooming to Zambia ziggurat zoos with Zeus during Zif!
A benile combo, dictated egregiously for general hilarity. I just killed little Mario, now Orange Pete’s quite retaliatory. Still, tied/untied, verify which X-Ray’s yours.
Jump! For Jollier Jovial Jokesters will arrive by Jumping Jailer Jacob’s Jutting Jet!
“Well, the tautology machine isn’t working.”
“Because the tautology machine isn’t working.”
lawl x3 the worm on the top left was inside a condom x3
hmm so this guy is Dr.Poofinger…… shame he goes evil…more inventions like this could have made a difference for mankind ^^
Extreme excitement excites eager embryous aubacteria to expulsions and explosions.
It just so happens that, in a lab across the street from this one, a Coincidence Generator was being designed at the same time.
“The psychosomatic-machine isn’t working”
“Have you tried talking to it?”
“The indirect statement device is busted.”
“I told you this would happen.”
“The hindsight machine broke down.” “I told you this would happen.”
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