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Authorman: Mar 5, 2007; slamcat

Govtcheez posted:

How about the FYAD thread about pictures at the science fair?

Found here. FYAD related :nws:

# ? Apr 6, 2008 19:06

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# ? Apr 27, 2024 04:16

Fooley: Apr 25, 2006; Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shinin'...

max4me posted:

Well a few months ago we octopimp gave us an update on ghost I wonder if he got out of jail.

...what?

Apparently Ghost's son has an account, and saw the thread. Ghost knocks on Octopimp's door and it went something like:

Octo: Hey ghost...
Ghost: Something awful?
Octo: :aaa:

Ghost: STOP

At least thats the story he gave us. A lot of people called bullshit, and he locked the thread. Someone bumped an earlier thread, I forget if Octopimp ever replied to that one though.

# ? Apr 6, 2008 19:39

en1125: Jul 3, 2006; I have a very specific goal...and that is to have no goals.

bash posted:

I really wish someone would bring back the 'insert kick rear end solos to mums favourite songs' thread. It was one of the best threads I've ever seen here, there was an amazing amount of talent in there.

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=2496276

Great thread, but I think you will need archives for this one.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 03:26

Fight Club Sandwich: Apr 29, 2006; you want a piece of me???

http://softcox.com/awful/mum_songs_with_kickass_guitar_solos/

Some nice goon decided to host all the MP3s from that thread. Hopefully softcox.com won't mind that I shared the link.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 04:39

Stump Truck: Nov 26, 2007; Why? Yes

Fooley posted:

...what?

Apparently Ghost's son has an account, and saw the thread. Ghost knocks on Octopimp's door and it went something like:

Octo: Hey ghost...
Ghost: Something awful?
Octo:
Ghost: STOP

At least thats the story he gave us. A lot of people called bullshit, and he locked the thread. Someone bumped an earlier thread, I forget if Octopimp ever replied to that one though.

Holy poo poo man, whether or not it was bullshit it's a great way to end a thread. That was the one that made me decide to sign up once and for all.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 05:11

RoboChrist 9000: Dec 14, 2006; Mater Dolorosa

So, uh, whatever did happen to the Fireman from the old I Love New York 2 "Let's get a neckbeard on!" Goon project debacle? Someone brought this up back on page 7 or so, but as far as I was able to find no one gave an answer.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 15:01

Manny Calavera: Apr 2, 2004; From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea

Emasculator posted:

oh, please do if you find the time. that made my day. thanks a TON.

Here you go
Second .Rar file (98.4 Mb) of funny and interesting photos, mostly from the SA forums
http://rapidshare.com/files/105629929/SAimages2.rar.html

Unfortunately a few images are those stupid 'inspirational' things, that I haven't seen the originals of, so had to save them. Just ignore the text that most likely idiot 4channers have put in.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 19:27

Scatsby: Dec 25, 2007

Manny Calavera posted:

Here you go
Second .Rar file (98.4 Mb) of funny and interesting photos, mostly from the SA forums
http://rapidshare.com/files/105629929/SAimages2.rar.html

Unfortunately a few images are those stupid 'inspirational' things, that I haven't seen the originals of, so had to save them. Just ignore the text that most likely idiot 4channers have put in.

Kickass. Thanks a ton. Downloading it now.

# ? Apr 7, 2008 23:18

Zamboni Rodeo: Jul 19, 2007; NEVER play "Lady of Spain" AGAIN!

Parahexavoctal posted:

From some Law and Order-related thread, there was a link to a montage in which the L&O characters were shown doing things like adjusting their glasses, eating donuts, drinking water, scratching their noses... all taken from actual episodes, and set to the L&O theme. It was called something like "A Day At The Office".

Anyone?

I got this one! It's at Brandon Bird's website, and it's from a show he did with several other artists called "Law & Order: Artistic Intent", all about the glory that is Law & Order.

Here ya go:

A Tough Day at the Office

# ? Apr 7, 2008 23:45

Clit: Feb 14, 2008; SAUCY CUNT

Does anyone have those terrible Nazi-themed erotica that a bunch of goons wrote a long, long time ago? One of them featured the ending line "I'll show you a REAL Polish invasion".

# ? Apr 8, 2008 02:12

Chicken Doodle: May 16, 2007

Maybe this thread was goldmined, but I remember there was one about a busted-up FedEx truck some goon's father took pics of or something. Anyway, I think it was user Nick L drew a hosed up FedEx arrow and it was the funniest response ever, getting him a custom title.

Anyone know where that thread is?

# ? Apr 8, 2008 04:27

Egg: Jan 23, 2004; top dork

There was a thread recently where the poster said that he would try to hide his erection if he was around girls by jumping around and acting like a monkey or something. It was hilarious but I can't find it.

# ? Apr 9, 2008 05:30

detuned radio: Oct 23, 2007; i trust i can rely on your vote.

Does anyone have a link to the thread filled with Mace Windu "lightsaber" jokes? I can't seem to find it. I was laughing so hard I almost cried.

# ? Apr 9, 2008 23:57

Van Dis: Jun 19, 2004

Van Dis has a new favorite as of 16:40 on Sep 25, 2020

# ? Apr 10, 2008 00:08

The Cameo: Jan 20, 2005

Since there's been a bunch of creepy threads recently (pictures that unnerve you, scariest sounds, etc.), where the hell did the "videos that scare the everliving poo poo out of you" thread go? I can't find it in the archives anywhere. The picture thread, yes, but not the video one.

# ? Apr 10, 2008 07:52

humiliazn: Dec 5, 2007; Me rurk you rong time!

Does anybody by chance have the pic of the Port of New Orleans that was ravaged by Katrina? All the boats were damaged save for that one boat named "the Jenny." It was a nice Forest Gump reference. I don't remember the name or theme of that thread, but I do remember it being posted around the summer of 06. Sorry if I'm not giving you guys much to work with.

# ? Apr 10, 2008 18:58

detuned radio: Oct 23, 2007; i trust i can rely on your vote.

evillaws posted:

Jedi Knights who can't get it up

Thanks!

# ? Apr 10, 2008 19:09

The Golden One: Oct 10, 2007; JUST PUT THE COCKS IN MY MOUTH PLEASE. LIKE, RIGHT NOW. I WILL SUCK ON THEM.

What the hell happened to the E/N thread from last night that was something along the lines of "tell me how to keep my relationship with this garbage bag full of meat"? I've looked where I would expect it, and now I expect someone to call me a loving human being and link it from an obvious location.

# ? Apr 10, 2008 19:15

Ulalume: Mar 2, 2007; The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead.

The Golden One posted:

What the hell happened to the E/N thread from last night that was something along the lines of "tell me how to keep my relationship with this garbage bag full of meat"? I've looked where I would expect it, and now I expect someone to call me a loving human being and link it from an obvious location.

I came here looking for the same thing. I found the terrible Helldump thread on it in the Gas Chamber, clicked the link and got this:

quote:

You do not have permission to access this page. If your forums account does not appear to be working correctly, please check out our tech support page. Otherwise, fly away nerd!

I wanted to know if she read the thread.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 08:00

literally a hog: Jan 5, 2006; Mandarrrrrk! Bring me the head of Dexter and Dee Dee shall forever be yours!

Ulalume posted:

I came here looking for the same thing. I found the terrible Helldump thread on it in the Gas Chamber, clicked the link and got this:

I wanted to know if she read the thread.

At some point late last night, the OP's myspace account was found as well as the "girlfriend". The funny part was his Status was listed as "In a Relationship" and hers was "Single".

Several people hinted at the fact that they sent her a link to the thread and soon after, her myspace went private.

Im guessing he PM'ed the mods to delete the thread after that.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 09:50

brohymn: Jan 1, 2006; this internet is a tricky internet

Lysistrata posted:

Does anyone have a copy of the story about the guy who tried to commit suicide by drowning himself in a pond and ended up with a tadpole living in his urethra instead? I've searched all over, but I don't have archives and it must be in there somewhere.

More detail: the tadpole grows up into a mind-controlling frog, the guy tries to boil the tadpole out with hot water, and his penis eventually turns into a helicopter-like attachment.

I just about died laughing reading this; I want to read it again!

SwellingRebellion posted:

How A Tadpole Hatched from My Urethra and the Consequences Thereof

This story begins, like all bad stories do, with thoughts of suicide. The spring that would see a tadpole hatch from the head of my penis began with me being sent home three times for what my guidance counselor called "deliberately neglecting hygiene to the point of being misanthropic". I folded the counselor�s note into the pocket of my jean shorts with the delicate formality of one who knows that there is only one possible recourse.

Constantly ridiculed by my classmates, ignored by my parents, I decided that afternoon to end it all. In the woods behind my house there is a small pond filled with fish I�ve never tried to catch. I had secreted away my father�s shotgun, wrapped it in my leather trenchcoat, and I stood on the creaking edge of a sun drenched dock, looking out over the pond and noticing a raccoon�s carcass floating about ten feet away. Its limbs and tail are stretched out and it is turning with the stately slowness of a gray and bloated snowflake, yellow lava lamp pollen collecting around its fingertips. I turned around, my toes away from the pond, in the hopes that the blast will make my body collapse back into the water where I�ll float face up, me and the raccoon, our corpses crisscrossing the surface of the pond and sometimes touching, only to bounce off one another and float away again, an obscene screensaver that will keep the pond from burning its ugliness onto the monitor of God.

I sat at the end of a dilapidated bench and rasped the twin barrels underneath my stubbled, doubled chins, holding the barrel in my left hand while trying to lift my right toe into the trigger guard, as I don�t have the strength to even come close to crossing my thighs under my own leg power. Finally, as I am about to press down and make my brains rain across the pond�s scummy surface when the dock�s rotted railing gives way and I fell backwards into the water, but not before the gun goes off a foot to the side of my face, disorienting me even more as I fall backward into the muddy water.

For years our neighbor dumped his Christmas trees into the pond in an attempt to make a better habitat for the fish, and the first thing my head hit was the protruding trunk of the beginning of a Christmas tree reef, and I blacked out. I don�t know how long I was out, not long enough to drown, and when I came to I was half out of the pond, my lower half covered to the waist in muck. Inexplicably, suicide was now the furthest thing from my mind, and I was not even upset about my latest in a long string of failures�the failure to kill myself. Rather, I felt totally rejuvenated, like Wilford Brimley in Cocoon, only I wasn�t in better shape, because I was breathing pretty hard by the time I made it back to my house, the gun and my coat forgotten. My parents didn�t even notice anything different when I came in, they just go back to watching a show about that parasitic worm that burrows under your eyeball. Apparently they are fascinated by the idea of a repugnant creature totally dependent on latching on to another life form for survival. Whatever, I grabbed a piece of pizza from the refrigerator and ran upstairs.

That night I slept the best I�ve ever had in my entire life. Deep, and dreamless, unhindered by my apnea, I slept like a big gay baby pressed into a wet mash of ashen Phoenix feathers which has been mixed with piss from Cerberus, after he had taken a three headed swig from Lethe, the Olympian river of oblivion. I slept well.

But in the morning I found out that I couldn�t pee, something was obstructing the flow. I had never had to strain to pee before, the pressure built up in the head of my dick until something popped out, waving angrily before darting back in. It was so sudden and small that I might have thought it a trick of the eyes, or poo poo I don�t know a twig or something jammed in there after I fell in the pond. I would grow to learn that this snippet of wriggling obsidian was in fact a tadpole, its thin but wire tough tail soldered to someplace deep inside my urethra. Well, relatively deep. For my penis. Like an inch in.

I would keep catching glimpses of the tadpole whenever I urinated. It was maddeningly fast and would resist my trying to pinch and pull it out, slipping out from fingers or tweezers or my mom�s eyelash curler that I used to stand in front of the mirror and pretend was a phaser.

An Eyelash Curler

Sometimes I could almost see it crawling under my skin, like those scarabs in The Mummy and The Mummy Returns only instead of a mystical beetle it was a goddamn tadpole attached inside my urethra. Too ashamed and perplexed at my condition, I managed to delude myself into thinking the tadpole was just fatigue spots at the edge of my vision from the effort of looking over my gut. But like all tadpoles, it was in this one�s nature to metamorphose. And it took my penis along for the ride.

At first the changes were insidiously subtle. Four thin lines of slightly reddened skin began to creep out from the base of my shaft all the way to the head of my penis, each line equidistant from each other. Then the tip of my dick began to slowly split along those lines, like the end of a hotdog left too long in the microwave. I was more than a little concerned at this point, but couldn�t be bothered to go to the doctor. You understand. Raids and all.

But then one night in bed, with the sound of a cracking banana, the four side segments of my dick flowered open like an Octodog, the Frankfurter Converter �, only mine was technically more of a Quaddog, with only the barest nub of unsplit dick left. And there, its throat thrumming benignly as it looked up into my eyes, its webbed hands perched upon both balls, was my serene bullfrog Buddha. Only the upper half of the frog is visible, the end of its pale belly and what would be the waist grows to a bottleneck that fits into the stub of my penis.

An Octodog

Now I�m a little freaked out, as it is doing that low throated warble and kind of moving back and forth, winking at random over wet, unsettling eyes, and making itself cozy at the base of my dick, and I tried to bash its head in with my alarm clock when I am seized by excruciating pain all the way through my body. This happens every time I�m about to hurt the frog in any way, whether it�s with safety scissors, slamming the bathroom door really fast, or trying to suffocate/crush it with the fat of my thighs. The frog is rooted to my nervous system and can anticipate my hatred, the point right before I attack, and fights back by crippling me with waves of pain and on one occasion, seizures, which were aggravated by the fact that during the seizure I was also laughing, having caught a glimpse of the frog rocketing about as my hips pistoned back and forth. The frog never tried that again, I think because even though I hadn�t physically hurt him, I did manage to wound his deep amphibian dignity.

I�m sure a lot of you have heard about how to boil a frog. Supposedly, (I�ve never had to boil one before) if you toss a frog into already boiling water, the frog will reflexively react and jump out right away. But if you put a frog into cold water and gradually boil it, the dumb animal won�t know that it�s being cooked until too late. You might have heard this analogized to global warming and obesity; you might also be a fat gently caress chomping frogs boiled over a tire fire. Whatever, the point is that putting the frog in something I know wouldn�t harm him right away would prevent him from causing me pain until it died. Well I didn�t have the balance to squat over a pot on the stove, so instead I constructed a sort of two part harness out of couch pillows, two where my knees would be and another two where my chest would be on the kitchen floor, with a hot plate and pot placed in between. I carefully scotch taped back the four sides of my frog flayed penis to my gut, inner thighs, and scrotum into a kind of sacred cock cross, making sure to have another piece of tape pulling my scrotum taut to taint.

I was still a little afraid of having the four split flesh of my ruined manhood scalded by boiling water, so I decided to get erect. I hadn�t been able to masturbate or even concentrate since the tadpole appeared, but I knew that if I got excited the frog would lower a few inches downward because of the increased blood flow. I couldn�t put my desktop on the floor in front of me, but it�d had been years since I had any hard copy pornography for reference. This is after all, a brave new era of electronic pornography, and the closest thing I had to anything resembling paper porn was a pull out poster of Joseph Michael Linsner�s Dawn from Wizard magazine. Naked, I laid the pullout on the floor and climbed onto the pillow harness, gently lowering the frog into the tepid water. It seemed unaware of any impending danger and almost pleased at finally being immersed in water, as opposed to suffering the weekly droughts between showers.

Joseph Michael Linsner�s Dawn

Man. I am backed up. The frog had made release impossible; it had been months since I�d even thought about sex. Now, half concentrating on Linsner�s curvaceous goddess crying three dead black tadpole tears across her soft cheek and down to her generous breasts, and half rejoicing in the thought of the dead frog withering off like the rotted stump of an infant umbilical and the subsequent resealing penis (I hoped), I began to get hornier than I ever thought possible. I got so hard that the frog dove all the way underwater, and I could feel it getting very agitated. As I neared climax the frog began writhing in the now steaming water. Maybe it had caught on to my plan. Maybe it was afraid of the prospect of having a couple million tadpoles inside it for a change. Whatever the reason, the frog went insane. The frog wasn�t hurting me yet, but began hitting its head back and forth against the sides of the pot, splashing hot water up onto my belly and consequently onto its back. And he knew then. God how he knew.

The funny thing about passing out from a greater pain before going completely limp and lowering your midsection and genitalia into a pot of boiling water is that you don�t know why you�re screaming when you wake up. When I finally stopped screaming, I didn�t even have to look down to know that the frog was still alive, and that something inside me had died in its place. His place. It�s a he. He told me so many half remembered things about himself as he was dying. From that point on I was completely controlled by the frog.

Things have been drastically different in the thrall of the frog. I dropped out of high school, ran away from home, and the frog found a place to rent from a guy we found on Craigslist. Rent is low as long as I let him �worship the frog� every couple weeks, and I told him that this isn�t one of those frogs that can give psychedelic effects, but he says that�s ok because the action is surreal enough in itself.

It was kind of humiliating at first, but then again the last time I had a head near my dick was when I was thirteen and walked down the wall to my own awaiting face, but my back spasmed and I kicked both feet up suddenly, my toenails tearing right through my Wolverine poster, which was totally cool because it looked like Wolverine did it himself.

The frog is always hungry. I bus tables and when I�m sure that at least the majority of the people around aren�t looking I stuff scraps down my pants to keep him sated. He can�t keep from eating. One time I was using the urinal (the pee goes under the frog) and a fly settled right on the handle. The frog tried to shoot his tongue out to catch it just as I was zipping up and the frog�s tongue got caught in the zipper. I winced in anticipated sympathetic pain but a lot of times now the frog shuts down or enhances processes in my body so I can better serve him, and he needed me to concentrate in order to extricate him. �Oh frog,� I joked as I ripped the zipper apart with a frog inspired rush of adrenaline, �sometimes you catch the fly, and sometimes the fly catches you.� The frog was not amused.

I, however, have lost a ton of weight, I feel stronger and about ten times healthier. I guess it�s just the vibrancy of the frog regulating my once sluggish metabolism. But I can tell the frog is preparing for a greater leap, a further metamorphosis. My mind works much faster now too. My room is stacked with books, I�m taking night classes to become an electrician, and I spend hours making flawless origami frogs that can be folded back into, yes, you guessed it, penises.

I should have never let him see that Crazy Frog commercial. I was lying on my back in the apartment, disgusted at how I wasn�t dreading my roommate�s arrival, watching The Great Outdoor Games on ESPN2, when that loving Crazy Frog commercial came on, the one where he�s wearing the old leather fighter pilot goggles and advertising a ringtone or something. Well the frog, my frog, went nuts. He was just beyond excited. Usually I gently grasp the tympanic membranes that lie on either side of his head between my thumb and forefinger and rub them slowly and coo Blondie�s �Heart of Glass� to him and he�ll calm down. But the frog would not be assuaged.

Tympanic Membranes are the circles, the male has the bigger ones

My dreams are now of flying. Endless soaring. No frog. No genitals at all. Just the cool open air and a need to be above. One night I awake from one of these dreams to a low humming from underneath my sheets and a cool breeze flattening the hair of my thighs. I flicked on the light and there was the frog, eyes closed, concentrating, not paying me a bit of attention. Around him, the four segments of my penis were spinning at unbelievable speed, so fast that I was being lifted a few inches of the bed.

It only lasts a couple seconds and the frog hunches over, exhausted, but it isn�t long before the frog tries again, using his webbed right hand to spin the propeller that is my penis until some immeasurably strong muscle kicks in and I float for longer and longer intervals.

I know I�ll fly eventually. The frog�s will is so strong, so unyielding, it radiates through me, compelling and propelling. I think sometimes that I am not alone in this world, that there are millions of others out there like me, like us, and that one day the mighty air fleet of our flayed nation will rise up over our oppressors, those without a frog in their penises or a robotic diamond dolphin sprouting from their vaginas (I�m only guessing on this one ladies). And as the frog diligently sloughs skin cells from my wind chapped scrotum, chewing them into leather for his contact lens fighter goggles, I rejoice in the fact that finally, after all this time, something inside me has a plan.

Okay guys I need two things:
-The first thing is a paper some guy in college wrote about the History of Bukake or something similar. It was really long, like 30 pages and in .pdf format.
-The second thing is a story someone on here told. It's about some guy (probably the OP) who discovers a love for masturbating with a watermelon. He ends up having a watermelon masturbating party or gathering and he puts his penis in the watermelon and it explodes. Or something. It was a while ago and I don't really remember. Anyone got it?

brohymn has a new favorite as of 10:34 on Apr 11, 2008

# ? Apr 11, 2008 10:30

The Enforcer: May 4, 2007; by LadyAmbien

Does anyone have the mp3's that were made about dogstar and his/her/it's crazy posting

memorable quote "I sure hope the baby doesn't inherit the craazzzyy bitch genes.."

I thought it was called teardrop or something?

# ? Apr 11, 2008 11:03

LL_Ghoul_J: Oct 22, 2004; Get Heavy

brohymn posted:

Okay guys I need two things:
-The first thing is a paper some guy in college wrote about the History of Bukake or something similar. It was really long, like 30 pages and in .pdf format.

One History of Bukkake, comin' right up!
http://rapidshare.com/files/106634858/bukkake.pdf.html

# ? Apr 11, 2008 14:37

CaptainHollywood: Feb 29, 2008; I am an awesome guy and I love to make out during shitty Hollywood horror movies. I am a trendwhore!

Enemy Hammock posted:

At some point late last night, the OP's myspace account was found as well as the "girlfriend". The funny part was his Status was listed as "In a Relationship" and hers was "Single".

Several people hinted at the fact that they sent her a link to the thread and soon after, her myspace went private.

Im guessing he PM'ed the mods to delete the thread after that.

drat, that sounded like it got interesting. I suspected it would get thrown in the Gas Chamber, but not completely deleted.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 15:36

fist4jesus: Nov 24, 2002

The goon whos job forgot he existed and he just say in a office all day sometimes hiding from people who tried to make him work.
I loved that story.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 16:15

Debbie Metallica: Jun 7, 2001

Ulalume posted:

I came here looking for the same thing. I found the terrible Helldump thread on it in the Gas Chamber, clicked the link and got this:

I wanted to know if she read the thread.

Yeah, we got rid of it because a bunch of morons started harassing her. There are always a handful of people who can't just enjoy an OP's stupidity and have to take things way too far and ruin it for the rest of us.

OMG I'M GONNA HARASS HER ON MYSPACE CHECK IT OUT BRAH

# ? Apr 11, 2008 16:29

Zalakwe: Jun 4, 2007; Likes Cake, Hates Hamsters

Does anyone remember a thread from mid 2007 where a goon organised a massive treasure hunt in his local area? It might instead have been part of an ARG I'm not 100% sure.

I remember a ton of goons working on the clues so I'm hoping it will ring a bell with someone; I've been digging around archives but can't seem to find it.

I'm trying to organise a similar thing for a random youth group and am looking for ideas, even the user name of the goon who designed the thread (if he/she actually did design it) would be a big help.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 16:40

King of the Cows: Jun 1, 2007; If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

Zalakwe posted:

Does anyone remember a thread from mid 2007 where a goon organised a massive treasure hunt in his local area? It might instead have been part of an ARG I'm not 100% sure.

I remember a ton of goons working on the clues so I'm hoping it will ring a bell with someone; I've been digging around archives but can't seem to find it.

I'm trying to organise a similar thing for a random youth group and am looking for ideas, even the user name of the goon who designed the thread (if he/she actually did design it) would be a big help.

Was it in the Pacific Northwest, perhaps Seattle area?

The guy who organized it was Toothy, but I can't seem to find the thread.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 16:50

ChubbyEmoBabe: Sep 6, 2003; -=|NMN|=-

Authorman posted:

Found here. FYAD related

There was actually another one from a year or two ago that was just as, if not more, funny. I was searching for it back when we had an "unintentional hilarity in photos" thread that people were making GBS threads up and I wanted to post some examples.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 17:17

curious: Mar 14, 2007; "Hey, I got one of my paperwork guys complaining about DEMON PILES."

Sympathetic Wasp posted:

The second thing was a youtube or google video of an old town meeting where everyone had to put a piece of paper in a hat and whoever was drawn was killed or sacrificed. The latest South Park about Britney Spears reminded me of the video and I wanted to see it again.

Possibly the 2006 adaption of "The Lottery" ( trailer )? Could be an earlier adaption too. I'm pretty sure the Britney thing is a deliberate allusion.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 17:25

Galewolf: Jan 9, 2007; The human gallbladder is indeed a puzzle!

By any chance, does anyone have (or at least remember which month they are posted) a link for "Honest College Slogans" and "Honest Tourism Slogans" threads at GBS? I really enjoyed that two but since archives search is down i can't just find it in thousands of threads in 2007.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 17:30

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

There was a thread a few months ago, wherein a goon admitted to not washing his hands after #2. He felt he was building up his body's immune system by not doing so. I'm in a related argument and I'd really like to find this thread.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 18:49

literally a hog: Jan 5, 2006; Mandarrrrrk! Bring me the head of Dexter and Dee Dee shall forever be yours!

ChubbyEmoBabe posted:

There was actually another one from a year or two ago that was just as, if not more, funny. I was searching for it back when we had an "unintentional hilarity in photos" thread that people were making GBS threads up and I wanted to post some examples.

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1944856

This one?

# ? Apr 11, 2008 19:23

ChubbyEmoBabe: Sep 6, 2003; -=|NMN|=-

Enemy Hammock posted:

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1944856

This one?

Yea that looks like it was it, seems like those were the days of imagehotel or whatever it was because there were no images.

Those pictures were the best.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 19:49

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

Also, did someone in here already link to the thread where every reply was a picture of a guy who'd just puked on a couch?

# ? Apr 11, 2008 19:56

Pillowpants: Aug 5, 2006

Anyone remember the "Good Man" club thread?

I'd really like to find that thread if at all possible. It was one of the most entertaining threads for internet dating purposes, and I'll be damned if that original post has not worked wonders.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 20:05

Xenomrph: Dec 9, 2005; AvP Nerd/Fanboy/Shill

Armpit Luvr posted:

http://softcox.com/awful/mum_songs_with_kickass_guitar_solos/

Some nice goon decided to host all the MP3s from that thread. Hopefully softcox.com won't mind that I shared the link.

That's loving excellent. I don't know how I missed that thread the first time around.

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Space Skeleton: Sep 28, 2004

In a thread about photoshopping up some "real" D&D monsters there was a picture of a Rust Monster Paladin riding a Gelatinous Cube mount. I want that picture so badly but I cannot find that thread.

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Van Dis: Jun 19, 2004

Van Dis has a new favorite as of 16:40 on Sep 25, 2020

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Irish Thunder: Apr 20, 2006

Does anyone have the picture of the guy who was like "Hey, does anyone know who this guy is?" and drew a picture of Rich Boy (rapper) in MS Paint. It was hilarious. It became a forums meme for about a couple weeks then disappeared.

# ? Apr 11, 2008 23:23

The Something Awful Forums > Main > Post Your Favorite: Carefully Curated > Lost SA Stuff: The CYOA is called moments and is in SAclopedia

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