- Matoi Ryuko
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Welcome to BYOB newbies!! Here's your Yobbin helmet.
*hands you helmet*
And here's your postin' musket.
*hands you musket*
Now get out there and CHILL CHILL CHILL!!!
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- cuntman.net
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its a warzone out there
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Dec 6, 2014 10:59
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- Al Borland
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by XyloJW
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Come with me if you want to live.
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Dec 6, 2014 11:06
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- the unabonger
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chill
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Dec 6, 2014 18:17
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- the unabonger
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cHill!
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Dec 6, 2014 18:17
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- A Tin Of Beans
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war isnt chill. war is war and chill is chill. and of the two, war is a lot worse. there are no innocent bystanders who chill ..
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Dec 6, 2014 19:26
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- Master Stur
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chasin' tail
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chill...chill has changed
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Dec 6, 2014 19:31
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- oliwan
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by Nyc_Tattoo
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IN GBS GO POST YOUR STORY
Bent double, like old bags of cheetos under desks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we posted on Mountain Dew,
Till on the haunting leds we turned our backs
And towards our distant BYOB began to trudge.
Men posted asleep. Many had lost their glasses
But posted on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the empty quotes
Of tired, outstripped posters that dropped behind.
Chill! CHILL! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
opening up the clumsy laptops just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime ...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him opening GBS.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He trolls me, lolling, editing, flaming.
If in some smothering dreams you too could post
on that forum we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every post, the blood
Come gargling from the weed-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable trolls on innocent posts, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: go ahead, in GBS go post your story.
haunting stuff
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Dec 6, 2014 21:25
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- Gone Fashing
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KEEP POSTIN
I'M STILL LAFFIN
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IN GBS GO POST YOUR STORY
Bent double, like old bags of cheetos under desks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we posted on Mountain Dew,
Till on the haunting leds we turned our backs
And towards our distant BYOB began to trudge.
Men posted asleep. Many had lost their glasses
But posted on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the empty quotes
Of tired, outstripped posters that dropped behind.
Chill! CHILL! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
opening up the clumsy laptops just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime ...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him opening GBS.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He trolls me, lolling, editing, flaming.
If in some smothering dreams you too could post
on that forum we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every post, the blood
Come gargling from the weed-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable trolls on innocent posts, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: go ahead, in GBS go post your story.
haunting stuff
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Dec 6, 2014 21:29
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- cuntman.net
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IN GBS GO POST YOUR STORY
Bent double, like old bags of cheetos under desks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we posted on Mountain Dew,
Till on the haunting leds we turned our backs
And towards our distant BYOB began to trudge.
Men posted asleep. Many had lost their glasses
But posted on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the empty quotes
Of tired, outstripped posters that dropped behind.
Chill! CHILL! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
opening up the clumsy laptops just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime ...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him opening GBS.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He trolls me, lolling, editing, flaming.
If in some smothering dreams you too could post
on that forum we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every post, the blood
Come gargling from the weed-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable trolls on innocent posts, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: go ahead, in GBS go post your story.
haunting stuff
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Dec 6, 2014 21:48
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- Lil Cunty
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IN GBS GO POST YOUR STORY
Bent double, like old bags of cheetos under desks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we posted on Mountain Dew,
Till on the haunting leds we turned our backs
And towards our distant BYOB began to trudge.
Men posted asleep. Many had lost their glasses
But posted on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the empty quotes
Of tired, outstripped posters that dropped behind.
Chill! CHILL! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
opening up the clumsy laptops just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime ...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him opening GBS.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He trolls me, lolling, editing, flaming.
If in some smothering dreams you too could post
on that forum we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every post, the blood
Come gargling from the weed-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable trolls on innocent posts, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: go ahead, in GBS go post your story.
haunting stuff
ty crap
ty landy
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Dec 6, 2014 21:49
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May 12, 2024 04:24
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- oliwan
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by Nyc_Tattoo
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Thank you friends. I just hope we can save posters through the power of poetry, by showing them that war is definitely not chill!
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