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VeryVito: Sep 1, 2004; "However," said the Universe....

shoom posted:

Here ya ago: http://archives.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1510399

Ah yes! Thanks! Good luck with your search, too; unfortunately, it doesn't ring any bells with me.

# ? Dec 17, 2007 07:56

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# ? Apr 25, 2024 14:29

Dirty Beluga: Apr 17, 2007; Buy the ticket, take the ride; Fun Shoe

Knormal posted:

Behold the treasures an '01 who has steadily maintained not having a life outside of the forums for over six years!

http://rapidshare.com/files/76902303/ddk-v2.swf.html

Awesome! many thanks!
Was there a second version of this game? This is different from what I remember.
The version I am thinking of had a fish thing that floated around. I believe rape was also involved.

# ? Dec 17, 2007 20:17

albedoa: May 3, 2004

I tried the YouTube thread, but I don't think that's being monitored for requests.

Along the lines of Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen), there was a YouTube video with similar advice or information that was completely made out of graphs and charts which morphed into other graphs and charts. It was all animated, and it consisted entirely of these graphs and charts and perhaps a moving arrow. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

# ? Dec 18, 2007 00:55

Gnarly Bae Jepsen: Jul 12, 2007; Manic Pixie Dick Girl

albedoa posted:

I tried the YouTube thread, but I don't think that's being monitored for requests.

Along the lines of Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen), there was a YouTube video with similar advice or information that was completely made out of graphs and charts which morphed into other graphs and charts. It was all animated, and it consisted entirely of these graphs and charts and perhaps a moving arrow. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

It's not really a SA thing, but is this what you are talking about?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWWKBY7gx_0

# ? Dec 18, 2007 02:15

Reverend Cheddar: Nov 6, 2005; wriggle cat is happy

Knormal posted:

I guess you're right, I must have missed when they changed back.

I think it's this thread, which ironically seems to be corrupt or something and isn't loading right. The problem was Proudlegion had added like 50,000 people to his ignore list.

Aaahh that's what it was (I knew there was some insane number of something that had happened). Thank you

# ? Dec 18, 2007 02:16

albedoa: May 3, 2004

Militree posted:

It's not really a SA thing, but is this what you are talking about?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWWKBY7gx_0

Yes! Thank you. I meant that I first saw it here, so I knew someone would know.

# ? Dec 18, 2007 02:23

Lazermaniac: Sep 2, 2007; Do not stare into beam with remaining eye.

I came across an image of the Goon Base back on Facepunch and promptly saved it.
Waffleimages won't accept it, so I used MegaUpload:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=9QYRG8JP

# ? Dec 18, 2007 03:25

Funking Giblet: Jun 28, 2004; Jiglightful!

The I love new york thread. The Fireman is supposed to be out of his NDA in 30 mins

# ? Dec 18, 2007 03:27

Ari from Chicago: Aug 21, 2003; by Fistgrrl

Anyone know the URLs for all the Anonymous Goon Confessional threads? I know they're banned now, but I want to see the threads that started it all.

# ? Dec 18, 2007 05:52

TITTIEKISSER69: Mar 19, 2005; SAVE THE BEES
PLANT MORE TREES
CLEAN THE SEAS
KISS TITTIESS

I'm going to start looking for it, but maybe someone can find it faster than me, the "Latvia is the new Nigeria" thread about some scam run from there, under the guise of a software startup. The CEO of the company has an amazing beard.

# ? Dec 18, 2007 06:06

TITTIEKISSER69: Mar 19, 2005; SAVE THE BEES
PLANT MORE TREES
CLEAN THE SEAS
KISS TITTIESS

sm8000 posted:

I'm going to start looking for it, but maybe someone can find it faster than me, the "Latvia is the new Nigeria" thread about some scam run from there, under the guise of a software startup. The CEO of the company has an amazing beard.

Found it: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1597796

TITTIEKISSER69 has a new favorite as of 16:27 on Sep 13, 2008

# ? Dec 18, 2007 06:49

when worlds collide: Mar 7, 2007; my feet firmly planted
on what, I do not know

Two Worlds posted:

Anyone know the URLs for all the Anonymous Goon Confessional threads? I know they're banned now, but I want to see the threads that started it all.

Wait, anonymous confession threads are prohibited now? I did not hear this news. I was wondering why there hasn't been one in awhile, they are usually very popular.

Oops!

when worlds collide has a new favorite as of 09:16 on Dec 22, 2007

# ? Dec 18, 2007 09:27

Grand Prize Winner: Feb 19, 2007

Mushinronsha posted:

Does anyone have the mp3 from the flash tub 'Flip Top Box'? http://www.somethingawful.com/d/flash-tub/flip-top-box.php The links for it on the bottom of the page are broken.

Quoting this in the hopes that someone has the mp3. It's only... what, three, four years old now?

e:rockin' out now.

Grand Prize Winner has a new favorite as of 17:13 on Dec 18, 2007

# ? Dec 18, 2007 10:51

ReV VAdAUL: Oct 3, 2004; I'm WILD about
WILDMAN

NorphTehDwarf posted:

Quoting this in the hopes that someone has the mp3. It's only... what, three, four years old now?

Edit: http://rapidshare.com/files/77437600/fliptopbox.mp3.html This is Fliptop box.

VV Cheers.

ReV VAdAUL has a new favorite as of 16:57 on Dec 18, 2007

# ? Dec 18, 2007 16:52

Cyberventurer: Jul 10, 2005

ReV VAdAUL posted:

I have this, whats a good place to upload MP3s?

http://www.rapidshare.com is pretty good for uploading just about anything under the sun, and it has a handy meter to show how far along you are.

# ? Dec 18, 2007 16:56

Ari from Chicago: Aug 21, 2003; by Fistgrrl

when worlds collide posted:

Wait, anonymous confession threads are prohibited now? I did not hear this news. I was wondering why there hasn't been one in awhile, they are usually very popular.

Oh and sup username buddy.

Yeah, like everytime someone tries to start up an anonymous confessional megathread in GBS it is usually gassed within the hour. The mods probably figured it leads to nothing but trouble, plus a lot of fakeposting and creepy goon crushes and stuff. I can't say I'm happy with the decision, I thought the confessionals were always good for some fun, but oh well. It's for the best.

# ? Dec 18, 2007 19:58

iDuck: May 21, 2004

Apologies if this has been requested before (although I haven't seen it in my browsing of this thread) -

Anyone have a link to the thread where people wrote letters to companies requesting information or complaining about incredibly stupid things usually in horrendously broken english?

I remember nearly passing out from comedy overload reading it, but the only specific example of the text I can remember is someone writing to a company and, at some point in their letter, writing: "Furthermore, what?"

Well in context it was gold. Any help appreciated.

# ? Dec 19, 2007 02:02

Falkor: May 23, 2007

Roger RamJet posted:

Seconding the request for that codeine induced "Flavor Country" story. That was the funniest poo poo ever. I think it was called untitled document, or something. I could have sworn that I saved it, but apparently not.

PLEASE does anyone have this? It was the awesomest thing ever.

# ? Dec 21, 2007 10:55

Meowbot: Oct 12, 2005; I havent had a plrecription for my eyes in years so the other day I went and got a new one and it hasnt changed. The doctor was like why havent you seen us in 4 years? I told them im scared of op tomietris when the air shoots into your eyes and dilation. They told me my eyes cold get worse....

Falkor posted:

PLEASE does anyone have this? It was the awesomest thing ever.

I'm searching through archives but I am not having much luck there is about 50 pages of things involving "Untitled Document" and about 200 pages of "Flavour Country"

What forum was it posted in? Any idea of any of the other specifics? I am interested in reading it.

# ? Dec 21, 2007 11:10

Falkor: May 23, 2007

Some guy had walking pneumonia or something and took this cough syrup with codeine. He awoke to find that he'd apparently written this story. In it the narrator was conducting a job interview for which the position was filled, I think. If not, he was just messing with the interviewee anyway. At one point he said he broke open a highlighter, took out the ink tube, and started smoking it. The interviewee thought he was crazy, but he didn't care. He was in Flavor Country. Then he went and banged some flavor hookers and paid them with flavor dollars, which were bright pink and inexplicably had a flamingo on them. Funniest thing ever and I can never do it justice from memory.

# ? Dec 21, 2007 11:18

Meowbot: Oct 12, 2005; I havent had a plrecription for my eyes in years so the other day I went and got a new one and it hasnt changed. The doctor was like why havent you seen us in 4 years? I told them im scared of op tomietris when the air shoots into your eyes and dilation. They told me my eyes cold get worse....

What subforum was it located in? How many years ago?

This sounds like a very good story.

Meowbot has a new favorite as of 11:28 on Dec 21, 2007

# ? Dec 21, 2007 11:22

Falkor: May 23, 2007

I don't remember. GBS, I think. But I'm not for sure on that one.

Surely someone must have it. Anyone?

Falkor has a new favorite as of 11:32 on Dec 21, 2007

# ? Dec 21, 2007 11:28

Meowbot: Oct 12, 2005; I havent had a plrecription for my eyes in years so the other day I went and got a new one and it hasnt changed. The doctor was like why havent you seen us in 4 years? I told them im scared of op tomietris when the air shoots into your eyes and dilation. They told me my eyes cold get worse....

quote:

I was perusing My Documents the other day, looking specifically for a paper I did a semester ago. As usual, I found a graveyard of half-conceived ideas, stories I'd forgotten about, successful papers, failed papers, mediocre papers, and child pornography. No, wait, scratch that last part. However, while I was skimming through the bullshit, I noticed one file labeled simply "joshdig."

This confused me. What the gently caress was this? It sure didn't sound like a paper, and it sure didn't sound like a good name for a half-finished story.

My confusion was increased tenfold when I opened the file and began to read.

I have to explain what I think are the groggy circumstances of this composition. If memory serves (maybe?), I wrote this paper sometime around Christmas last year when I came down with a diabolical case of walking pnemonia. The dubious campus doctors prescribed several things that were supposed to fix it and didn't work, some things I don't think were meant for pnemonia but did work, and then finally something that worked. For example, they prescribed cough syrup with codine at first, and then amped it up to cough syrup with vicoden later.

gently caress if I've ever taken such drugs before. I had heard of them, of course, and had even had friends who mixed them with alcohol and even marijuana, but I wasn't willing to take a trip that might wind up with me losing every possible cavity's virginity I had, depending on how hard the trip was. I guess I'm just not hardcore.

I really don't remember much about how well the drugs worked, because those days are nothing but a mire of suffering and pain to me. Fundamentally, I don't know if they fixed anything, or if they were even prescribed for something.

I vaguely remember starting this paper. I think this was the first time I took the vicoden cough syrup, and I'm basing this on how the thing seems moderately plausible at first, and then degenerates into a stream of consciousness ride of utter madness and lunacy. Apparently I thought the idea of "burying" and "digging" as a hobby was downright hilarious. To be honest, isn't vicoden a sedative, so I should've been asleep by the end, and not a chimp with down syndrome?

Of course, maybe I just went literally insane for a while, and now I'm just blaming it on the drugs. Or maybe I was just plain drunk.

For the record, I wrote this when I was still in LAC, and I didn't get kicked out, I just stopped showing up. I only know Josh as a vague acquaintance, and haven't seen him in close to a year. He probably doesn't remember my name. I think he's an engineer or something, and he wouldn't even have anything to do with LAC, much less volunteer for it. Also, I'm pretty sure his hair isn't blonde, and since when are his forearms "rippling?"

And I did edit the misspelled words, grammar problems, and real names out of the thing. I think it makes it funnier, and also, there were surprisingly few. (!) But, no, his last name is not "Brewster," nor is mine actually "Norman." I should've made it something funny like "buttfuck," though.

I mean his name. Not mine.

Okay, whatever. Read at your own risk.

----------

In the Fall of 2004 I signed up for what was called the "Liberal Arts Committee," a collegiate organization of Liberal Arts students devoted to campus projects and school-wide events so that they can distract themselves from the fact that they have no useful skills to offer society whatsoever. Or at least, that was the pretense. At the time I was an idealistic young man who foolishly thought that, maybe, with the right effort, courage, and willingness to engage in devious acts on the most nefarious of levels, I would be able to maybe, just maybe, plant the seeds of my future into the fertile manure of college, and water it with daily with the fluid of dreams until it sprouted into the growth of promise, after which it would mature into leaves of success which could be smoked by the bong of retirement, and LAC seemed like just the lovely star to hitch my lovely wagon to. For you see, words like "committee" look good on a resume (or as the French call it, "the el resume"), and, if you follow Dungeons and Dragons rules, add + 4 to credibility and charisma. But then again, words like "liberal" and "arts" both subtract 3 points from reknown. But then you would be forgetting that the involvement the Liberal Arts Committee has with the Student Government adds a whopping +3 to all Universal Saving Throws. In the end, everything balances out, provided you have a respectable strength modifier and shower regularly.

Sadly, I was mistaken. LAC was not about engaging in campus events to distract ourselves from our painfully, painfully obivous worthlessness. Rather, it was a committee set up to talk about distracting ourselves from our worthlessness, and then make petty compromises about the most mundane and ridiculous of topics. Sometimes I wasn't even sure who people were arguing with. Sometimes they were arguing with themselves, making deals with their own self-worth, reducing such activites as fixing up homes for the elderly and poor to simply driving by the homes of the elderly and poor at a very high rate, and then maybe donating some petty cash to a small and dysfunctional charity, such as Debtor's Anonymous or The Molested Parrot Shelter of Greater Ohio, which would also be a pretty good band name.

Now, I am not an idealist, even though I just told you I was. That was a bold-faced lie. I also told you I was "young" and a "man," and I think I might've said thrown something in there about being the Herald of the Rapture, too. But, regardless, the truth is, I am not a determined, idealistic person. No, these here hands have spilled blood in every state from Colorado to Connecticut; sometimes my own, sometimes other people's, sometimes a mix of the two in what the Eutaw, Alabama Daily Times called "easily the most repulsive Easter Sunday in American history." But, still, I would much rather do something than just sit on my rear end talking about how I should be doing something, or sit on my rear end talking about how I am sitting on my rear end and scheduling later hours to come in and sit on my rear end and talk about doing something, which was usually the case. But that was exactly what we did all day, or at least what we were supposed to be doing. I mainly sat in the back of the room drawing pictures of monkeys in cowboy hats engaging priates in ruthless knife fights. If there's one thing those pictures taught me, it's never to trust a monkey who's skilled with a knife. Or a pirate. They truly are the scum of the earth. Also, cowboy hats are funny, especially if you add a jaunty feather.

So, towards the end of the Fall semester, I was disillusioned with the promise of success LAC had promised me. The whole thing just didn't look right to me anymore. Maybe it was the squabbling. Maybe it was the disorganization. Maybe it was the fact that I had gone legally blind from drinking too much. But either way, I would not stay. And, given the choice between either quitting or staying in for the long haul and trying to change LAC for the better, I chose option C, which was Going Down in Flames and being kicked out. I thought this was a great idea, namely because I'm too much of a coward to tell people I hate them, but never not enough of a jackass to miss out on inspiring their hatred and contempt on a massive scale. You might say that there's some flaw in that logic, or that there's just something gramatically wrong with that sentence, but then again you might also say that gravity doesn't exist and the force we perceive is just millions of invisible hands holding us down on the face of the earth every hour of every day. But if you said that, you'd be an idiot, and people probably wouldn't want to give you a home loan or something. I rest my case.

So when it came down to me to participate in interviewing new volunteers for LAC, the opportunity seemed too fat and plump to pass up, like a Wendy's or a Taco Cabana, but not like an Arby's because their roast beef is weird and they charge too much for their other sandwiches. They scheduled me to meet a Josh Brewster in one of the conference rooms in the Student Services Building. The board was set, and the pieces were moving, and there was nothing to fear but fear itself, and something about an iron curtian and drinking tea with glass in it.

"Dress nice," they said. "Act friendly. Ask personal questions. Get to know them."

Following the Geroge Costanza method of success, I showed up wearing a gin-soaked KISS ME I'M SHITFACED T-shirt and a pair of jeans a family of possums had recently vacated when conditions had become too awful for their lofty standard of living. I also stole my friend's sports coat at the last minute, just to class things up, but being that he was a giant fat guy it looked like I was wearing a very sombre circus tent. I figured that would add the perfect je ne sais quoi (German for "shattered feces") for the meeting. I took the volunteer dossier with me, along with plenty of crayons and a sharpie so I could draw a face on my hand and perform a puppet routine in front of the bathroom mirror should the whimsy take me.

As I waited, I read over the form this "Josh Brewster" had filled out. I immediately noticed the lack of headshots, and I noted this by writing "PIX PLZ" on the top of dossier and drawing arrows randomly pointing all over the paper indicating places where said pictures could conceivably go. I decided to rectify the situation myself, and made sketches of what I considered Josh Brewster might look like.

When he showed up, he immediately lost points for refusing to conform to the standards I set. Not only was he not 90 feet tall, but he also lacked the required scales, prosthetic limbs, and the ablitity to spew rich, creamy Hershey's chocolate. Instead, he was a tall, scrawny kid with golden curls, rippling forearms, and eyes you could get lost in for hours. Unstatisfactory.

"JOSH: 0," I wrote. "NORMAN: A BILLION."

"Come in," I said.

He smiled at me. What a fag.

"Are you Josh?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

Too trusting.

"Take a seat," I said. As he did so I wrote "ICHIRO SUZUKI SUCKS BALLS" in the "date" portion of the dossier.

I glanced up.

"Are you sure you want that chair?" I asked.

He blinked and smile a little. "What?" he asked.

I looked at him for a moment, letting the silence slowly pregnante, and then smiled coldly, like the smile you give a lover just as you're leaving after sex, because you know you're going to take all the pizza with you on the way out the door and then not call.

"Nothing," I said. "It's nothing."

"I WOULD LIKE SOME PIZZA," I wrote in the "major" portion.

"Is that your shirt?" I asked him.

"Um," he said. "Yes."

I smiled and nodded sagely. "Good. Cool. All right." I stared at him for a moment, letting it go on just a little too long. I counted his blinks. There were seven.

"I tell you what, Josh," I said. "Can I call you 'Josh,' Josh?"

"Uh-"

"You seem like a straight shooter, Josh, so I'm gonna shoot straight at you."

"Okay," he said.

"Great," I said. "You look like a digger," I said. "Do you dig a lot, Josh?"

"What?" he said.

"You've got digger's shoulders, right there. Well-toned triceps and meaty deltoids, yessir, that's digger's shoulders. We have a lot of need for a man who can bury things around here. I'll be honest, the last four didn't cut it. They couldn't bury a dead cat, let alone a live one. I know, I followed them around for days in my van. They don't dig for pleasure or for sport. They don't even own their own shovel. Not even a pickaxe. You know, you can tell a lot about a man by the way he buries something, Josh. It's a crucial thing."

I leaned back in my chair and took out a highlighter. I cracked it open, removed the ink filter, and proceeded to smoke it like a cigarette. It might've looked odd to old Josh, what with how my face was dripping with pink ink, but I was deep in the heart of Flavor Country, headed for the local Flavor Saloon and then, more than likely, the Flavor Brothel to nail some Flavor Whores in their Flavor Asses, and then I'd probably try and skip out paying them the Flavor Money, which is pink, like everything else is there, and on the one Flavor Dollar bill is a picture of a woodpecker, but I don't know why. Josh wouldn't understand, what with his snooty, lack-of-chocolate-spewing attitude.

"Yeah," I went on. "Every once in a while a man has to go out in the woods and bury something. Sometimes a man buries a thing, sometimes a thing buries a man. Sometimes you're the thing, and sometimes you're the man, and I suppose sometimes you're the shovel, if the digger had managed to fashion a crude shovel of some sort out of your bones. It's the circle of life, that's what it is, Josh. I suppose if you were really determined you could 'bury' your way out of the hole the thing buried you in, but wouldn't that just be digging, Josh?"

"Uh-"

"Yes, yes it would, Josh. And I will not tolerate digging here. That's one thing we have to get clear. I will not. Tolerate. Digging," I said, forcefully tapping the desk with each word.

"Didn't you just ask me-"

"No," I said. "I don't ask. I never ask. Instead, I 'put a question to you.' There's a difference. One's more aggressive. For example, what's the difference between me saying, 'I want to put the wood to you' and 'I'd like to ask you to gently caress me?' The difference, Josh, is that one doesn't translate well into Welsh, while the other is downright delightful. That's the difference, Josh, and that's what makes LAC different. You have to think outside the box, think about the tone of questions. Always think outside the box, Josh, especially if you're burying it, because the dirt's what's outside the box. Just you and the dirt and the shovel. Also, you probably don't want to look inside the box, because more than likely you were told specifically not to, and it's probably all freaky and crazy anyway. And if you do, then what do you do when that big fat Hawaiian guy finds out and comes after you by the side of the road with a beretta?"

Josh stared at me so hard I thought his eyes were going to fall out. If that happened I was going to jump over the desk and punch him right in the face, because there's no better time to punch a guy than when he's got no eyes. He won't see it coming, unless his eyes are still capable of relaying thoughts to his head even when they're separated, like they're little wireless cameras or walkie talkies or something, and that's just plain nuts.

"I'll tell you what you do, Josh," I said, "You lead him into the woods with a series of deceptive bird calls and then you wait for dark, and then you kill him with a shovel. Then you've got two things to bury, Josh. All because you wanted to look inside the box. And what did looking inside the box get you, Josh? Did knowing that that Hawaiian guy wanted to bury a severed clown's head make you a better person? Huh, did it, Josh? I don't think so. Not at all. Now, I'm not saying I have a problem with clowns, Josh. I love clowns. Do you love clowns?"

"gently caress, yes," Josh said. I noticed he was breathing hard and quivering slightly. "I love clowns."

"Hmm," I said, and wrote, "M-O-O-N, THAT SPELLS EAT poo poo" in the line that read "applicant's signature"

"I love clowns," I went on when I was done. "I love them to death. Not physically, mind you. I don't care for the greasepaint. No, I love them for the entertainment. I just think they should get taxed more than regular folk, because they terrify children, and dammit, that's my area of expertise. I don't see why they should get paid to terrify children and I shouldn't. Why, if I had my way, I would lead them all out into the woods at night with a series of deceptive bird calls and them kill them one by one, BANG!" I said, hitting the table with my fist. "RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!". I'm fairly certain that at that moment Josh poo poo his pants. If he didn't then, he sure did later. I demonstrated the edge and angle of the shovel with a chop of my hand. "Not a lot of people can take a shovel in the back of the head, Josh. You think a clown might be able to, what with all the big curly red hair, but that's no cushion. Maybe it would be, if the hair was made out of steel wool, but who would want that? The hair would scatch up the other clown's crotches when they sat on each other's shoulders! And that's just awful, isn't it, Josh?"

"Yes," Josh said, but his voice was very hoarse.

"Do you think you can take a shovel to the back of the head, Josh? Because I can guarantee you can't. I've had people bet me they can take a shovel to the back of the head, but they never can. They never bet me with 'words,' so to speak, but they bet me with actions. By, say, cutting me off as they merge onto the highway, or being female and fairly attractive and not giving me any attention. It's the abstracts that matter, JoshShovel. It's the abstracts that matter in life, and it's the abstracts that matter here at LAC. At least I think they matter, but to be honest, I'm not sure what LAC does. When I joined I thought it was a lifeguard training organization, or maybe an elite Burying Things Organization, but instead all they do is get all red when I yell and then they ask me to leave. I think I was supposed to ask you some questions here, Josh, so I guess I better get down to that. First off, where do you live, and how many windows does it have that are accessible from the street?"

But when I looked up, Josh was long gone. All that was visible of him was his non-scaly backside fleeing into the neon corridors, running at a full sprint. That was a shame, because I wanted him to watch my puppet show. I would've even paid him in Flavor Dollars.

Within two weeks, Josh was safely concealed in a police safehouse, and I was dead.

----

What the gently caress. I think we can all consider ourselves lucky, because parts of the thing suggest that I planned to go on much longer.

# ? Dec 21, 2007 11:40

Falkor: May 23, 2007

Oh, wow. You are awesome. I will save it forever.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 08:15

Roger RamJet: Jan 28, 2003; WHO FUCKING CARES

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!

# ? Dec 22, 2007 08:38

iS!: May 23, 2003; Almost An Ambigram

Someone PM'ed me and asked for the Billy West interview. It was over 100 mb, so I had to find some lesser-known place to upload it, and it seems a shame to leave it for just one person, considering the upload took over three hours.

So, http://www10.sendthisfile.com/d.jsp?t=FAPwBf0HVnREE6K57yQW7mEq. It'll expire around 6:15 pm Monday.

edit: thank holmes9mm. I wouldn't have bothered without his PMs.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 09:02

Canuck-Errant: Oct 28, 2003; MOOD: BURNING - MUSIC: DISCO INFERNO BY THE TRAMMPS; Grimey Drawer

iS! posted:

Someone PM'ed me and asked for the Billy West interview. It was over 100 mb, so I had to find some lesser-known place to upload it, and it seems a shame to leave it for just one person, considering the upload took over three hours.

So, http://www10.sendthisfile.com/d.jsp?t=FAPwBf0HVnREE6K57yQW7mEq. It'll expire around 6:15 pm Monday.

edit: thank holmes9mm. I wouldn't have bothered without his PMs.

Already reached download quota. :shobon:

# ? Dec 22, 2007 18:53

Lazermaniac: Sep 2, 2007; Do not stare into beam with remaining eye.

Not exactly SA, but does anyone have an mp3 of "ninja song 2" that Real Ultimate Power website used to link to? The original URL was http://www.freedommusic.co.uk/ninja.mp3 if that helps any. I remember I used to love this song a whole bunch, but the only copy of it that I had happened to be on a crappy mp3 player which suffered a HDD failure, taking the song into the grave with it.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 19:34

AKP: Oct 17, 2007; by XyloJW

Does anyone know what happened to the college Goon who got a letter from the RIAA for downloading multiple songs, one I remember was "The Final Countdown." I don't have a platinum account/archives, so if anyone finds the thread, can you post what happened to him?

# ? Dec 22, 2007 19:46

aRudeTeen: Jul 13, 2003

that picture of the guy with the glasses, and in the reflection of his glasses is a tranny on a bike squirting her/himself with it's massive dick.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 19:47

Jzmisgoo: Sep 15, 2007; Jzm IS goo!!

I would really like to know how the dying goon is doing, I checked his account and he posted yesterday, but sadly I cant find that post to find out if he has good news or bad news.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 21:05

Cat Feathers: Apr 13, 2002; Soiled Meat

I haven't had any luck with my post in PYR.

I'm looking for a goon-made SWF animation from a few years ago. It was posted as a Happy New Year thing, and it was set to the Strummer/Cash version of the Redemption Song. It was loving awesome.

# ? Dec 22, 2007 21:39

UsedThrone: Jul 7, 2004; Fuck that butt. Fuck that butt REAL GOOD.

ReaperUnreal posted:

What ever happened to the "gently caress That But Real Good" guy? Last I read the thread (which I can't seem to find my link to anymore) he had discovered that the girl was bi. It was a pretty hilarious series of events, and so I'd really like to know how it ended.

My screen name (on aol) is usedthrone. Message me sometime and I'll fill-ya in.

# ? Dec 23, 2007 05:04

any colour you like: Jul 19, 2006; Prying open my third eye

I'm not really sure if it originated here, but I seem to remember a thread where a lot of electric retards comics were posted and others had a go at it too.

This is one of the pictures:

NSFW https://wi.somethingawful.com/1f/1f31623f56fde719b13873e3559e1fac7da6d487.png NSFW

Does anyone remember the thread?

# ? Dec 23, 2007 23:39

Fatty_McLumpkin: Sep 30, 2002; Oh I loooove going to the mooon ahaha ahhhahaaa

this shows how long i've been here.. but does anyone remember the thread about "Happy Birthday, Hardcore Ownage"

If my memory serves me correct (this was around 2002-ish) some fellow goon was instructed by his parents to order a cake for his little sisters birthday, where it was to be unveiled in front of her at the family restaurant they were going to. Well, Said goon gets on the phone and orders the cake and when they ask for the name... he assumes that they mean to ask what the name on the order is.. but instead they were really asking for the name to be on the cake.. which the goon said was "Hardcore Ownage". He forgets all about it and when they get the cake at the restaurant about a week or two later, they open the box in front of the little sister only to have it read "Happy Birthday, Hardcore Ownage"

Id love to read that thread again.

# ? Dec 23, 2007 23:52

pipebomb: May 12, 2001; Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains?
It must be so boring.

Does anyone have the picture of the weird little girl with glass holding a (I think) finger puppet? It's taken at a picnic table if I recall...

# ? Dec 23, 2007 23:56

swagger like us: Oct 27, 2005; Don't mind me. We must protect rapists and misogynists from harm. If they're innocent they must not be named. Surely they'll never harm their sleeping, female patients. Watch me defend this in great detail. I am not a mens rights activist either.

There was an MS Paint thread about something to do as a kid, like bad things you did as a kid? One guy had this ridiculous MS Paint, and it looked like the kid was in the ceiling, and pissing everywhere? Everyone for the longest time was quoting it and trying to interpret what the hell it was. Does anyone have that MS Paint he made, and did he ever explain it?

# ? Dec 24, 2007 10:02

Big Bad Beetleborg: Apr 8, 2007; Things may come to those who wait...but only the things left by those who hustle.

Artem posted:

There was an MS Paint thread about something to do as a kid, like bad things you did as a kid? One guy had this ridiculous MS Paint, and it looked like the kid was in the ceiling, and pissing everywhere? Everyone for the longest time was quoting it and trying to interpret what the hell it was. Does anyone have that MS Paint he made, and did he ever explain it?

Haven't got it, but I think his name was Telhix. And the tread was about adventures in bathrooms.

# ? Dec 24, 2007 10:21

bitchymcjones: Mar 23, 2006; Okay, your wiener, it's disgusting how it's all gnarled, it's like you stuck it in a hornet's nest!

Not that I'm complaining or anything, but does anybody know what made Sidhedevil finally stop posting? Her post count was something like 40 posts a day, but then she just disappeared one day.

I've posted this a couple of times before, but never got a response. Does anybody have the "Yo butt ain't made for that!" video? The MP3 is still around (http://www.somethingawful.com/d/comedy-goldmine/yo-butt-aint.php), but it's just not the same without the video.

# ? Dec 24, 2007 10:39

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# ? Apr 25, 2024 14:29

McBeth: Jul 11, 2006; Odeipus ruined a great sex life by asking too many questions.

Artem posted:

There was an MS Paint thread about something to do as a kid, like bad things you did as a kid? One guy had this ridiculous MS Paint, and it looked like the kid was in the ceiling, and pissing everywhere? Everyone for the longest time was quoting it and trying to interpret what the hell it was. Does anyone have that MS Paint he made, and did he ever explain it?

His explanation was that he poo poo/pissed his pants before he got to the bathroom but left the thread before the thousands of :wtc:

post replies. He never returned to fix the picture...

# ? Dec 24, 2007 17:25

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