There's trouble a-brewing in Kettleton as Things & Stuff returns for its third helping. Roy is horrified to discover that the cable service on Margaret Thatcher Drive has been cut off and Kettleton Socialite Spencer Spiffington is in dire need of a roommate - he's in luck.
Meanwhile, the cast discuss where they've been, where they are and where they'd like to be. All this and more!
Denise has found a psychiatrist to help her through her issues. Roy is chasing down the cable. Zombie gets a grand tour of the Spiffington Household. Meanwhile, the cast discuss technology. How has it advanced? How will it advance? All this and more.
Denise journeys into her past in her first session with therapist Yvonne Yzarc. Zombie has her own, much more creative way of sitting on a couch. Meanwhile, the cast introduce us to the fascinating world of weather. All this and more!
Just when they thought it was over, the Morensters have a visit from an old friend...
As Roy pays an angry visit to the cable company, Zombie tries to answer the phone and the cast discuss their strangest dreams! From Guitar Hero to Big Ginger Bird Women, you're in for a lesson in strange.
As Zombie and Spencer have a hard time deciding what to have for dinner, the cast discuss their favorite foods. Meanwhile, there's something odd about Peter and Yvonne has an old African healing technique to try on Denise...
If you could have any superpower, what would it be? That's exactly what the Things & Stuff cast are about to discuss. Meanwhile, Spencer's boss comes to visit and Zombie causes some trouble...
First episode of the third season of Atlanta's first independently produced sci fi action web series. In the season opener the human coalition launches an all assault against a bioriod research facility at a grave cost.
As the war heats up between the bioriods and the human factions questions are asked and the ball is set in motion for a shift in the war and the human leadership.
In a last ditch effort to prevent the extinction of the human race a coalition of enemy factions is formed to thwart the threat once and for all.
The bioriod plan for the extermination of humanity is revealed.
Cracks in the coalition are revealed. Jonas walks away in search of meaning to all the madness and is Humanity really worth saving?
The peace village is a place where all life forms can come together in peace or can they?
Is humanity worth saving really the is the question you have to ask after watching this episode. Who is really the good guy and who is bad guy?
As humanity engages in the final losing battle of the war the fight changes and sides switch...
Cerino and Simone have hatched their plan only to have it fall short. As they journey to the stars their creators are not far behind.
As the fleeing bioriods jump into uncharted space a surprise is revealed for the human survivors on earth . One last gift from child to parent - the perfect creation.
Fetal osmotic transference lands Scooter "with child". The beautiful experience of man birth is shared with previous mothers Yvonne and Rikki and baby daddy Justice. If that is not enough...Gina bears prophecy.
After serving over 30 minutes of hard time in the slammer, Gina falls into a deep sleep and has a dream which is one part pure weirdness and one part mystical prophecy. What will happen? Only the future and a roll of toilet paper knows for sure.
Gina delivers the manifesto. Toilet paper paves the way.
The baby has spoken. Justice is listening. Callie is calculating. The Alamo is calling.
Everyone is on a mission. The Brotherhood Telethon seeks recruits. Scooter chases Rikki's heart. The Popsicle Man infiltrates studio!
The Brotherhood Telethon seeks recruits. Rikky and Willie perform. Justice delivers a call to arms.
Justice lays out his plan for operation cottonwood while He Bobby and She Bobby join the brotherhood to fight the good fight.
Remember the Alamo? Oh, we will never forget. The brotherhood is storming and Callie is reporting.
Signal lost? Texas Declaration of Independence found! Laughter through tears is the best medicine.
The Brotherhood returns to Home Base. After a successful mission. What does the Popsicle man have in store for the baby?
I figurt since yall mist me cuz sum cunt posin as the Lord sents me on hiatiss, I'd git gussied up and fancyfy my seesum prameer! Yall notiss that here, much like et shitshow Twilite, we gots cuzzins marryin and fukkin an aint nobody suthern or cuncern that lotsa times imbred babees ends up tardit. Welcum back DBs!
After a second season full of change, season three begins with a rebalancing as our intrepid zombloggers continue their survival with plenty more zombie killing and random misadventures, but a few surprises are waiting on the horizon as Miles reveals something he has managed to keep quiet, or just forgot to mention, since the zombie apocalypse took hold.
Man, I hadda eet sum vodker-soaked watermellun jess to have somethin to throw up affer hearin on this toddler-molessin scannal! To hell wiff skool rivaries, we can all jess git along an ban together in our commun hatrid of these cornholin' idgit sickos! They shood make them play without pads so my team kin put the hurt on!
Miles, Tony and Hannah set out on a quest to find a cure for the zombie infection, new flatmate Charlotte has picked up a nasty bite from a zombie child and there's no time to waste. Via a lucky DeLorean car find and a machine that goes ping and seems to lead them somewhere useful, they come to a mysterious facility full of terrible secrets... And zombies!
They say a troo frens work is never dun. Well, I aint much for frens but I gotta warch out for my impreshnable yung faggits out there, like my DB Stephon here. Yall chime ins. Is this frenly innervenshun therapy ar juss plain ole cock abuse? "Stay gay, faggits. Stay gay!"
Miles, Tony, Hannah and deranged and bitten new housemate Charlotte find themselves in the creepiest and scariest Paranormal Activity / Resident Evil knock-off yet as they scope out the secretive underground facility for a cure to Charlotte's soon to be fatal zombie bite, and find far more than they were looking for.
Two part double header! The story so far... Charlotte got bitten by a zombie, Miles and Tony think they found a cure, Hannah's a ninja and ran off with the cure for some reason, leaving Charlotte puking blood and about to get zombified. One terrifying car crash and some zombies later, will things start getting back to normal in this apocalypse?
BOO, MOTHERFUKERS! Yall knowed I got these too spirit biches hauntin my noggin, but tonite, Ima try and resureck fur a talk wiff the bichiest ded cunt I knowed, my whore Momma. It juss fur a drank recipe, I ain't tryna have a moshunal brakethru ar nuttin.
Yall laff but obversly folks needs to be heedin my warnins and premanishurns cause I tole yew zombees is a'comin'! Stoop fuckin' junkees jess roonin' mankine. Don't yew know only body part whats spose ta get eaten is pussy! DURRRR!
PARTY TIME! With Charlotte cured from her child zombie bite, the web bloggers kick back on the farm, settle their grievances, get drunk, act stupid and celebrate Tonyís 30th birthday, no mean feat in the time of the apocalypse. But will it be a happy occasion or will some zombie turn up to try and eat Tony's birthday braaaaaaaaaaiinnnnnsssss?
So ever for yeers ar so, we parade a buncha hot air polatisherns an vote on who gits the power to blow the planit to smivereens. Man, aint nobody can fix 250 sum odd yeers of fuckups. I thank I mites move to Norweegia. Whose wit me?
The big finish! After two brains, blood and gore soaked years of zombie apocalypse web blogging, the end is finally nigh... Who, if anyone, will be left standing? Will Tony find himself on a mysterious Lost-style island? Will someone end up standing in the corner in Blair Witch night vision? Will any of these questions have any relevance to the episode?
Taint like me boycottin a ressarant what don't serve no likker gonna do a hole hella good, but that aint the pointa bitchin now, is it DBs? Yew got ever Constatooshunal rites to choose or not wherefur as an American cunsoomer yew spens yur munny. Send it ta me! I luv queers!!!
Orange is a ugly culler an pilgrims was homely folks so why we cellabate this day then? Well, without 'Ol Whitey massackrin all the RedMens, then SHAZAM, Americas was bornt! Troo story. I tell ya what, if I was Injun I'd be thanksful far two thangs: my permanent tan and my share in the locull casino. Cha-ching!!!
Crack, booze, ciggys, nudie cable...They all addickive sustances what's contributin' to the downgradin of ar sussciety. Now we got this App what turns us all into soshully addicked attenshun whores. Goddamn, sumwun pull my trigger now, cause we all dun far.
Ma eyes! Ma eyes! Sick an gross yall, an I aint talking fur wunce accidently catchin a glipse of Mamaw in the shower over yonder. I mean theys jess sum thangs in this wurld I's at a complete loss over and that is Eatin'. Now, Eatin' fur a CONTESS?? That's plum tardit.
Virgens are loosers and don't never let nobody ever tell ya utherwise. If ya don't git good at sex early on aint nobody gonna wanna brake yew in an if yew awful in bed, they jess gonna cheet on ya anyways thems juss the facts of life. Anywun tell yew different jess a liar an can't be trusted an likely ain't a good sex ed source a info affer all.
He go by menny a name: Kris Krinkle, Jack Fross, Misser Johnson in a Sanny soot from Momma's bridge club a few times that I'd let sniff my pannies in schange for sneekin me sum eggnog. Lemme tell ya THAT was one Jolly Ol St Nick! Enyhoo, Joy to the Wurl yall!
No fence ta Betty White cuz I know she sportin a biggun far aminals, but goddamn yall we gots to draw the line somewhars! We gotta have sumthin ta tess medicines an beauty producks on what are yew gonna volunteer? An lissin PETA paint thrower, I got my innernet back on an Ima google yur address and come cut yur brake! Look, until huntin legal an meet git outlaw- HEY OMG I bet PETA taints ar meet supplies an started all dat mad cow madness! I tell yew whut if anywunya can gits me a coat a Linsee Loham skin, I ware dat on a upcomin episode...long as yew warsh it furss cuz iont wanna catch nuffins.
Ever wunce in a wile there come a movee so daggum awful it make yew ponder, 'I wunner how menny starvin kids coulda got fed wiff this big budgit flick?' Then yew member Hell iont care bout foodless youngins! I been hongry since '78, yew don't heer my skinny ass a'bitchin!
Deer Roy Akins frum over thar in Misurrah. Sumwun needa shuv a dickshunary strate up yur choklit whizway an relern yew the defanishern a rape! Ima git me a piggy faggit to pin yew down while a buncha his buddees fist-fuck yew into nex week. So glad yew loss yur leckshun!
Now sumwun splain to me what so ennertainin bout dis shit, huh? Maybe dis the age I start gettin too old fur the shit dats cool, is that it? AN what langwidge that is, it aint really catchy. Dat muss be wut klingon sound like, dem Asians love them some star TRex. OPPA STOOP VIDEO!
Yew herda one hit wonders? Well, Taylor Swiff shooda been a NONE hit wunder! Man wun can only hope she goze the way a Tiffany an Debbie Gibsum. Nex time her song cum on the radio if sumwun be so kine as to drive a metal stake thru my skull earlobe to earlobe, thatd be juss peachy keen, K? Fanks.