b mad at me posted:

yeah the one nobody knows is always the best one

Derpies posted:

yeah the one who tried to make content and it a less toxic place is for sure someone no one knew lmao

cnut posted:

I liked that time he ate a huge, gross burrito

HugeGrossBurrito posted:

Hey what the hell man

Son of Rodney posted:

Why isn't he mod anymore

He was one of the first active ones I liked

Dumb Sex-Parrot posted:

He gave me platinum. Best mod ever.

DarkSoulsTantrum posted:

constantly gassing the fun white noise threads that are half the fun of GBS

PinheadSlim posted:

mods want GBS to look like the front page of reddit

prove me wrong

PinheadSlim posted:

mods want GBS to look like the front page of reddit

prove me wrong

Armitag3 posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bW75OwVXZI

When the OP stepped into my office I knew they were trouble from moment one. It's a scummy part of the forums, no place for a poster with a horny AV. I brushed off some horse racing stubs and fished out my lighter and smoldered the tip of their cigarette. Silence hung in my office as we assessed eachother, in between bouts of neon flashes that sunk through my window. Grey, deathly wisps of smoke rose from their cigarette, fading into the background of these dead gay comedy forums. I hate this town.

"Sorry, toots, I don't mod anymore." I leaned back into my creaky chair, stained heavily with chipotle sauce. OP insisted. Tugging threads were being gassed at an alarming rate. No one knew why, and the mods weren't doing anything. Figures. Reports are kept off the books, and QCS was another organized circle-jerk just like the rest of 'em. The only difference between them and FYAD was that they title-cased their usernames. That's why I got out. gently caress, I hate this town. OP showed me a picture of the kid - army helmet, eyes a foot apart, face swollen and featureless, howling at the sky. Poor kid, born autistic. It's not their fault. It's never their fault. I drained my tumbler of ranch dressing to steel myself up and slid open the desk drawer next to my dominant hand - my mod buttons. Haven't wrapped my fingers around those since the accident. "I'll do it." I watched as the tip of their snake tail slithered away slowly. I thought it'd be the last I'd see those non-mammalian tits. I was wrong.

The forums were dark and cold that night as I stepped into a public inbox and PMed my inside contact. "Quiet, Calm, Sincere - the mods certainly didn't know - what's your query?" Aardvark recognized my gross, gravely voice as I asked him for the scoop on the gassed tugging threads. He thought we were even, but I had to call in one last favor. For the kid. It took some doing, but I finally convinced that ratfucker to turn up the goods. I jotted down the thread in Pet Island where we were supposed to meet - a quiet, secluded place where no one goes. I thought I heard a click before Aardvark put the PM down. It's late, and I probably need to lay off the sauce. But gently caress, I hate this town.

We were the only souls there, misted by the light rain. Aardvark buttoned up in a trenchcoat, hiding behind a pair of racist asian-eye goggles. He pushed the manila folder onto my tortilla folds. "Burrito, we're even. I have a family - I can't keep sticking my neck out for you." He looked distressed, scared even. This case had layers. Layers he tried to warm me about. "Piece of advice? Forget the tugging threads. You don't want to go down that rabbit hole. This goes all the way up to--" Tires screeched nearby as a black car careened towards us. A shadowy figure leaned out the window, sporting the chrome length of a drum-fed ban-gun. BRAPPA-BRAPPA-BRAPPA! I dove out of the way, rolling to safety as the car tore through. I pulled out my 6er, ready for the joust, but they kept going, disappearing into the night towards TFR. I heard groans. poo poo, Aardvark. I raced over to him as he watered the ground around him with red ichor. "Burrito..." he gasped, holding onto my lapel. "I... I..." There was nothing I could do. "Sssh, it's ok. You're going to meet Genesplicer now." There was a little smile on his face as the light faded from his eyes. I checked the ban reason on his hole-riddled body. Placeholder. Aardvark shat himself as his sphincter relaxed. I loving hate this town.

TBC

Call Your Grandma posted:

He's just pupating and he'll be back huger and grosser than ever in a few weeks.

You Are A Elf posted:

Thank you for showing me what was off and different from this forum. HGB is no longer a mod.

He never did eat the second huge gross burrito

A Strange Aeon posted:

I already liked you for your user name and avatar, now I'm waiting for part two of your forums themed noir mystery!

HGB is a good dude and I liked his podcast.

Big Beef City posted:

He is dead right?

Big Beef City posted:

Frankly I HATED HGB with a burning passion and as soon as I heard he was dead I did 6 ninja flips out to my truck and raced out to get the biggest grosses burrito at the crappiest place I could find and then I threw it in the drat TOILET!!

RIP to a real one. A real JERK LMAO SUCKER!!! WOOOOOOOOOOoooOOoo

Meme Poker Party posted: