Drink-Mix Man posted:

I've got my leather jacket on. Haired freshly died green. Mohawk carefully cultivated. Jeans ripped to shreds. I'm ready.

At the Hot Topic, I muster up my best "don't give a poo poo" face and approach the counter with my prize: the iron-on patch I've been eyeing for weeks.

The clerk sizes me up. Gives me a little "'sup" nod. I return it.

"Anarchy symbol. Nice choice."

"Thanks," I say, feeling slight relief trickling into my brain. This is going well.

"You know, before I ring this up, you should know there are a few rules about how you need to use this."

"Oh yeah?" A little sweat forms on my lip.

"Are you prepared to follow them?"

"Sure, of course."

A moment passes. The clerk shakes her head and slides the patch from my reach, then places it behind the counter.

It doesn't need to be said. I have failed.

I rush out of the store before anyone can see my mascara start to run.

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Splatmaster posted:

Lurking and reading posts in BYOB makes BYOB a part of you.

Posting and contributing in BYOB make you a part of BYOB.

Finger Prince posted:

Beer is like a mean dom. You want this? You like it? Mmm? Thirsty bitch... You fat old man I'm gonna make you feel like poo poo. You want another don't you.

Lil Swamp Booger Baby posted:

The sweet feet, neat Pete, bouncy bungus zone. This is where all kinds of stuff happens, posts, quoting posts, editing posts, replying to posts, getting your posts replied to. There is no greater variety than this, dog, fam, homie, friend, pal, dude, etc. You've reached the peak buddy, this is the zone, the one and only zone, the greatest zone. When Kanye said don't let me into my zone, friend, this is the zone he spoke of. The forbidden realm, where within its forbidenness the only thing forbid is forbidding posters from having a good time, posting, getting posted at, quoting posts. You won't believe what you've come across. We've got backgrounds that aren't grey, we got dudes with sigs longer than a post about Bayonetta's ladyfeet in Games, we got avatars of guys freaking spinning legs, avatars with freaking hands and eyeballs and avatars with freaking snowglobes that got a little house in em. You've found the gift that is too precious for even Santa to give out. You've found the one egg so chocolatey and delicious that even the Easter Bunny won't willingly poop it on your lawn. When Jesus said this bread is my body and this wine is my blood, he left out that this zone is his soul bro, and even Jesus wouldn't give it away.

You ask what you found bro? Bro you found it, you found what the whole world craves, you found the place where you can just hang out and post also it's getting deleted tomorrow.

Manifisto posted:

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Royal Updog posted:

heating already cooked food up just let it cool down again is some sisyphean bullshit and life is so brief

Prof. Crocodile posted:

I got my blood replaced with whisky because frankly it just saves me the time and cost of constantly buying it and drinking it, only to pee it all out again in a few hours.

Buttchocks posted:

BYOB is like eating crayons: a little immature, sure, but it's also colorful and non-toxic.