Rod Munch posted:

Spanish Manlove posted:

Fetus tree overstepping the "look but don't touch" boundary dot jay peg

SaltLick posted:

doobie probably closed down the facebook after he realized a tranny could post there

Famethrowa posted:

the best part is goons shittalking him on facebook

VectorSigma posted:

mods rename gbs "Weirdo queer Froggers"

VectorSigma posted:

mods rename gbs "Weirdo queer Froggers"

Drunk Nerds posted:

Also, several mods go temporarily insane trying to parse the situation, and GBS 1.0 is scrapped because the tightly regulated forum obviously didn't work if it could crap out something so unbelievably atrocious

tomstuart posted:

i estimate that it will be approximately 3 weeks until a homeless man or other squatter takes up residence in the shack only to be killed when it is demolished and paved over for the funeral home parking lot

roll tide

Heath posted:

On a porch in Reform, Alabama.

"Wayne and Tasha keep talkin' about these frogs, or froggers, or somethin' and I'm gettin' worried."

"Frogger? I played the hell outta that one at Jack's Bar before that retard Arlo DuPree knocked it over onto the owner's son."

"No, idjit, not the game. Wayne's actin' kinda... Off-color. Him and Tasha both. Ravin' all the time about bein' harassed. Then 'e closes up that hot dog stand what he jus' open. Says business was good, but he's all closed up now. Jus' like that."

"Let me tell you a thing or two about Wayne Robinson. I went to school wit'im and he had all the brains and the work ethic of a horse. Well, maybe not the work ethic, but 'e had intuition, y'know? Like a tiger. He didn't give no hot cat poo poo about whether the odds were against 'im. I admired 'im fer it."

"Did you ever eat at his shack?"

"gently caress no. Do you think they're real, though?"

"What?"

"The froggers."

A croak in the distance. Both men sit in silence for what feels like a long time.

Eonwe posted:

I just think Ralp closing the threads in the past was maybe ok

Spanish Manlove posted:

It was good. Maybe even great.

Heath posted:

On a porch in Reform, Alabama.

"Wayne and Tasha keep talkin' about these frogs, or froggers, or somethin' and I'm gettin' worried."

"Frogger? I played the hell outta that one at Jack's Bar before that retard Arlo DuPree knocked it over onto the owner's son."

"No, idjit, not the game. Wayne's actin' kinda... Off-color. Him and Tasha both. Ravin' all the time about bein' harassed. Then 'e closes up that hot dog stand what he jus' open. Says business was good, but he's all closed up now. Jus' like that."

"Let me tell you a thing or two about Wayne Robinson. I went to school wit'im and he had all the brains and the work ethic of a horse. Well, maybe not the work ethic, but 'e had intuition, y'know? Like a tiger. He didn't give no hot cat poo poo about whether the odds were against 'im. I admired 'im fer it."

"Did you ever eat at his shack?"

"gently caress no. Do you think they're real, though?"

"What?"

"The froggers."

A croak in the distance. Both men sit in silence for what feels like a long time.

Spanish Manlove posted:

Nah, run the joke into the ground forever and ever and ever.

SaltLick posted:

gently caress doobie it's all about Doonie's Diner Fish "n" Chips

That Robot posted:

lol what country is that from

LungBrothers posted:

It's not a question but a lesson learned in that dang ol time....I HOPE!!!!!! ya'll HAD the time of you're life...

Heath posted:

On a porch in Reform, Alabama.

"Wayne and Tasha keep talkin' about these frogs, or froggers, or somethin' and I'm gettin' worried."

"Frogger? I played the hell outta that one at Jack's Bar before that retard Arlo DuPree knocked it over onto the owner's son."

"No, idjit, not the game. Wayne's actin' kinda... Off-color. Him and Tasha both. Ravin' all the time about bein' harassed. Then 'e closes up that hot dog stand what he jus' open. Says business was good, but he's all closed up now. Jus' like that."

"Let me tell you a thing or two about Wayne Robinson. I went to school wit'im and he had all the brains and the work ethic of a horse. Well, maybe not the work ethic, but 'e had intuition, y'know? Like a tiger. He didn't give no hot cat poo poo about whether the odds were against 'im. I admired 'im fer it."

"Did you ever eat at his shack?"

"gently caress no. Do you think they're real, though?"

"What?"

"The froggers."

A croak in the distance. Both men sit in silence for what feels like a long time.

Manifest posted:

So now that we've ruined Doobie's life, who do we give money to next?

The cycle must continue.

Manifest posted:

So now that we've ruined Doobie's life, who do we give money to next?

The cycle must continue.

Painful Dart Bomb posted:

This whole saga unfolded in the best and most retarded way possible

Eonwe posted:

If you guys don't understand that goons get loving creepy at the drop of a hat and the threads absolutely should have been gassed then just lol

No. 6 posted:

Doobers wouldn't murder anyone. That'd require effort.

Ohhai posted:

Called the new funeral home next to Doobie, and spoke to a lady called Janette who said as far as she's aware, there are no plans for any extension beyond a chapel at the back of the property (Which wouldn't be where Doobie is), and she knows nothing about extending the car park, also asked if she knew what that shack was next door, and she said she thinks it's a food place, but never sees anyone there, "not even sure if it is open."

CrashCat posted:

Strangely enough he left up the auto shop page though

kuddles posted:

You forgot to add the part where, shortly after the vent hood fiasco, he actually ran a second kickstarter, and his anger at "bad froggers" seemed to start shortly after it failed. Basically, he acted like SA was screwing him over for not giving him more money and becoming skeptical of his abilities after he spent 3x his original asking amount and still was nowhere close to opening.