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:siren:if you win a hat you gotta pay for your own shipping. but the hat is free.:siren:

byob might be known as the chill forum, but don't let the mellow exterior fool you. some of the fiercest competition and most bloodthirsty conflict in forums history has happened right here.

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that's the old poo poo.

in collaboration with wd-40 i present you the byob hat that says weed rear end on it competitive creative writing rumble



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write or illustrate a time in your life when things would have gone better if you were wearing a hat that said "weed rear end" with a picture of a weed leaf on it. enter as many times as you like, but you can only win once. i'll choose the winners.

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1th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to beer pal

beer pal posted:

*blinds closed, jefferson airplane playing, weed rear end hat and comfortable weed leaf printed shirt on, visine, febreeze & fritos at the ready, erowid marijuana page open* to trip sitter: okay. lets do this.

2th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to i am he

3th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to no they will not

no they will not posted:

VILLAGER: please help us stranger... our village is tormented year after year by the angry spirits of the volcano. The last eruption took out most of our huts and over half of our children... we live in a constant fear of this bastard volcano. We dont have the technology to stop it... You must help us. tge opening is very small but we have nothing to cover it with. Even a simple baseball cap would help us

ME : Wait... I might just be able to help you!! Hang on [starts rummaging around in rucksack for a bit before suddenly stopping, grinning, and slowly removing extended middle finger]

4th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to windmillslayer

WindmillSlayer posted:

It's theater. Christian theater. I, wms, am huckleburry finn. Beside me stands Jim, in full blackface. Cocao powder face, to be specific. The scene begins, it goes well. My two page monolouge detailing the first 50 pages of Huck's story goes by without a hitch. Jim's cocao powder is only slightly melting from pallid face.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

no weed rear end:
Next scene. Ive been dreading this. The curtain behind me falls shut as jim and I move upstage. I can hear set crew moving behind the scenes. I move to stage left, Jim follows Their lies a pink dress.

I put it on. Monologuing as to why. The Audience laughs, and I, inwardly, curse the gods.

The scene goes without a hitch.

The play continues.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

The next scene. Not eager to do something I know will be emotionally traumatizing, I end my large speech with a simple quick phrase. "hey bitches. lets kick this up."

I pull my lapel mic off and throw it into the audience to my good friend, and audio specialist, Classicist. He plugs the IN into his phone. Que the EDM.

On with the weed rear end.

The hat is on my head. Center stage I throw aloft two middle fingers. My fellow actors, wearing the other nineteen hats follow suit.

Grandmas cry.

Grandpas hustle from the room, slowly, their hearing aids barely functioning as the blaring music of ratatat playing.

I am a god.

We begin to dance.

We dance, and we don't care about society, religion, or all that will hold us down.

5th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to cumt

Cumt posted:

i would like the hat


                                    future cumt: yeah, it's good
                                         

6th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to salmiakki

Salmiakki posted:

ah, the weed rear end hat. how i wanted it so. unfortunately, instead of getting one, i decided to make my own



that looks better than i expected!



okay well maybe itll be better when i actually put it on



oh




oh no



how humiliating. if i actually had the weed rear end cap i would be the talk of the town, instead of a fuckup mayor with a knockoff version of it on top of my head.

7th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to machai

Machai posted:

I am known for my spider-man avatars and spider-man dated and was married to a woman named Mary Jane, a slang term for weed. This was clearly a metaphor for the writer's own weed habit. When they broke up it was when the writer finally stopped smoking weed, probably only to save some other love of his life (was his wife threatening to leave him?), as spider-man and mary jane literally made a deal with the devil to give up their love in exchange for Aunt May's life.

Thgus I clearly am supposed to get a weed rear end hat. Also this:



8th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to friendly craig

9th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to anime gently caress pillow

anime gently caress pillow posted:

Me, in a singsong voice: Doctor doctor, give me the news
Doctor, playing along: You've got a terminal case of weed rear end
Me: Weed is actually incredibly safe.

10th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to saboten

saboten posted:

i just smoked weed and i wasn't wearing the weed rear end hat. i looked like a loving idiot

11th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to captain no-mates

Captain No-mates posted:

My psychiatrist says the Weed rear end hat is the only thing which will quell the night terrors, recorded here: http://tindeck.com/listen/tjgt .

12th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to cities

cities posted:

good thread

byod, i would like to serenade you

Sonnet 024

by: Edmund "go hard" Spencer

If I loved you this pastel April morn
Would you care? No – a shameful awful fear
Parts us. My high, the only love I've sworn,
You elude me without some dope headgear.
Recall how, sweet cannabis, we’d depart
From this hell; avocado shadows fell
Upon my addled soul, painting my heart
A divine astral swell (And all was well.)
No longer! Melancholy has prevailed,
Outside the haze this f-d gay earth will kill
The last remnants of my vibe. I've failed,
My love, I’m trash, been owned and lost my chill….
How real the world! How life grows pale and flat
As I lament the absent weed rear end hat.

13th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to dopepope

dopepope posted:

Congratulations to everyone! This might be my favorite thread ever.

Not a story or picture, nor is it particularly original (since I just changed the lyrics to an old song), but here is my entry #2:

http://tindeck.com/listen/avoa

e: I guess you could say that if I'd had a weed rear end hat when reading the contest instructions, it would have kept the sun out of my eyes and I would have read them correctly

14th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Dont bully me!

Dont bully me! posted:

Listen, I'm a busy guy. I wear suits. I swing million dollar deals on the reg for the Serbians. They treat me well but the weed sucks, forcing me to seek outside sources. Nearly every time, average weed dealer looks at me and asks if I'm a cop--even dudes who have sold to me before! No way in loving hell am I dressing down just to pick up my poo poo! A weed rear end hat would really make my life easier in so many ways, so that I may resume making crazy Serbian money.

15th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Afro Doug

Afro Doug posted:

job interviewer: I'd love to offer you a position at the company, but I feel that something was missing with regards to your appearance.
me: gently caress!!! i knew it! i should have got the weed hat.
job interviewer: Yes, everyone else who interviewed had funnier hats. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.

16th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Koishi Komeiji

Koishi Komeiji posted:

This is me in the near future, suiting up for a night of posting in the yob'



17th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Squirrel007

Squirrel007 posted:

every single moment since the dawn of time, I could have benefited from having the weed rear end



18th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Nosfereefer

Nosfereefer posted:

You are sitting next to a computer. A web browser is up.
>enter byob
I don's see any "byob" here.
>type http://forums.somethingawful.com/forumdisplay.php?forumid=268
Your eyes are greeted by a friendly blue color. The first page is filled with new threads. None of them has more than 20 posts.
>click on first thread
You have entered a Sid thread. He has made burgers.
>put on weed rear end hat
You don't have any "Weed rear end Hat"
>commit suicide
Thank you for playing byobquest.exe, you got 0 out of 420 points

19th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Sleepy Sip

Sleepy Sip posted:

I need this hat so I can take it off my head and put it on my friends heads and then lean in really close w my elbow and comment slyly out of the side of my mouth 'look who's the rear end hat now'

20th prize
* 1x weed rear end hat
awarded to Iggy Koopa

Iggy Koopa posted:

this one time i recorded a video for some friends of my on the internet informing them that i was a grown rear end man and that i made my own decisions, i then took a hit from my bong and point ed at myself and gave a thumbs up. i feel if I was wearing a hat that said weed rear end it would have made a particular animated gif that g et s posted pretty often just that much more incredible ,this is my historical point where weed rear end hat could have changed my life



if you want to be one of the 20 big winners, then get started!

and please give a BIG THANKS to wd-40 for taking the time and putting up the money and everything else to make this happen. all i had to do with it was procrastinate on putting up the thread.

posting smiling fucked around with this message at 05:33 on Dec 19, 2014

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we wanted to offer a prize that would really give back to the community, and inspire the top echelons of the posting community to participate. the response on social media has been very heartening to see.

the unabonger
weed muthafuckin rear end

i am he

#byob #weedass #theweedass

Koke

#88
Cool, I'm currently working on something. I really love this avatar but I'm going to need a weed/anime avatar to be accepted into the Nite Crew Cabal.

http://i.imgur.com/nC4eH7n.jpg

Matoi Ryuko


One time while I was bailing my mom out of jail, I was wearing a shirt that said "Warning! I'm a dangerous brain eating zombie! Don't worry, you're safe.". I didn't realize I was wearing the shirt until the cop pointed it out. Having a weed rear end hat would have even been better.

Diqnol

I would have been the cool guy in highschool. I would have smoked weed and had friends and sex.

WindmillSlayer

It's theater. Christian theater. I, wms, am huckleburry finn. Beside me stands Jim, in full blackface. Cocao powder face, to be specific. The scene begins, it goes well. My two page monolouge detailing the first 50 pages of Huck's story goes by without a hitch. Jim's cocao powder is only slightly melting from pallid face.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

no weed rear end:
Next scene. Ive been dreading this. The curtain behind me falls shut as jim and I move upstage. I can hear set crew moving behind the scenes. I move to stage left, Jim follows Their lies a pink dress.

I put it on. Monologuing as to why. The Audience laughs, and I, inwardly, curse the gods.

The scene goes without a hitch.

The play continues.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

The next scene. Not eager to do something I know will be emotionally traumatizing, I end my large speech with a simple quick phrase. "hey bitches. lets kick this up."

I pull my lapel mic off and throw it into the audience to my good friend, and audio specialist, Classicist. He plugs the IN into his phone. Que the EDM.

On with the weed rear end.

The hat is on my head. Center stage I throw aloft two middle fingers. My fellow actors, wearing the other nineteen hats follow suit.

Grandmas cry.

Grandpas hustle from the room, slowly, their hearing aids barely functioning as the blaring music of ratatat playing.

I am a god.

We begin to dance.

We dance, and we don't care about society, religion, or all that will hold us down.


WindmillSlayer

thats to many words but im bored and buzzed


treasure bear

all times of my life would be better with a weed rear end hat

Koke

#88
When I made a post in the " compete for the biggest prize in byob contest history" thread on BYOB 8.2 I think it would have been better with a weed hat onn xD

http://i.imgur.com/nC4eH7n.jpg

Koke

#88
when i was diagnosed with full blown aids

http://i.imgur.com/nC4eH7n.jpg

Koke

#88
my mothers funeral

http://i.imgur.com/nC4eH7n.jpg

treasure bear

i would like the hat


                                    future cumt: yeah, it's good
                                         

GODSPEED JOHN GLENN


I put my thumb up my bum and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth.


Cumt posted:

i would like the hat


                                    future cumt: yeah, it's good
                                         

Wertjoe

Fisting. Fisting is the only thing that made me feel alive. Made me feel like a whole person. When I wasn't fisting I was thinking about fisting and when i was fisting I was anxious and thinking about where id get my next fist. That is until Gary...

Gary was tall, handsome, professional. The kind of guy you wouldn't take for the receiving end of five clutched fingers. He picked me up at the Captains Shanty, an old run down dive on the wharf where homos, fags, trans, and any other down on their luck sexual oddities went to hang out. Gary stood out like a sore thumb and when he picked me well...well I just felt like the bell of the ball. A short time later I was wearing a Weed rear end hat, elbow deep into Gary's rear end in a top hat and he was dead.

cute anime girl

I was about to tell my mom im bi, she freaks out. if i had a weed rear end cap back then, she would mellow out.

bacalou


wow...

tao of lmao

this is incredible and I'm gonna write something up tomorrow

cuntman.net

thats a lot of hats

dogcrash truther

wth posted:

this is incredible

Al Borland

by XyloJW

WindmillSlayer posted:

It's theater. Christian theater. I, wms, am huckleburry finn. Beside me stands Jim, in full blackface. Cocao powder face, to be specific. The scene begins, it goes well. My two page monolouge detailing the first 50 pages of Huck's story goes by without a hitch. Jim's cocao powder is only slightly melting from pallid face.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

no weed rear end:
Next scene. Ive been dreading this. The curtain behind me falls shut as jim and I move upstage. I can hear set crew moving behind the scenes. I move to stage left, Jim follows Their lies a pink dress.

I put it on. Monologuing as to why. The Audience laughs, and I, inwardly, curse the gods.

The scene goes without a hitch.

The play continues.

PICK [weed rear end[_]] [no weed rear end[x]]

The next scene. Not eager to do something I know will be emotionally traumatizing, I end my large speech with a simple quick phrase. "hey bitches. lets kick this up."

I pull my lapel mic off and throw it into the audience to my good friend, and audio specialist, Classicist. He plugs the IN into his phone. Que the EDM.

On with the weed rear end.

The hat is on my head. Center stage I throw aloft two middle fingers. My fellow actors, wearing the other nineteen hats follow suit.

Grandmas cry.

Grandpas hustle from the room, slowly, their hearing aids barely functioning as the blaring music of ratatat playing.

I am a god.

We begin to dance.

We dance, and we don't care about society, religion, or all that will hold us down.

we have a winner.

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This thread brought to you by a tremendous dickhead!

FluffieDuckie


you didn't quote "and i'm gonna to write something up tomorrow". what the hell dogcrash?


Thank you for the beautiful sig Machai!

saboten

i just smoked weed and i wasn't wearing the weed rear end hat. i looked like a loving idiot

thank u bacalou

tao of lmao

FluffieDuckie posted:

you didn't quote "and i'm gonna to write something up tomorrow". what the hell dogcrash?

a man such as dct need not a hat that proclaims his weedassness. one look at him and you'll know.





you'll know.

Lil Cunty


heres my submission so I can justify keeping this one hat ive been blowing bong hits into for the last few weeks:


When I was in my early 20s, building firelines in the mountains of Idaho, I used to hear tell of a wizened old hermit living in a cave about 20 miles outside of Bovill. Legend had it that this man could tell the difference between a steelhead and a sockeye at 20 yards, just by the whispers their fins made in the water. You could bring him a 10 penny nail, they said, and he'd put it in a special mason jar and 2 days later it would turn into Ivory soap. They said he talked to bald eagles and fought rockchucks with his bare hands and, well, you get the idea.

One evening, after a hard day up the mountain and a few Coors Banquets at the local post office, the Mayor of Bovill, one Gary Perry (at 35, the youngest mayor ever elected in the state of Idaho), dared me to go up the mountain and ask the old man the secret to life. I could feel the winds of change in my hair as we drove up old logging roads, each one more narrow and disused than the last. After what seemed like hours, Gary stopped the car at a nondescript turnoff. A short walk into the woods and we came upon a clearing, in the middle of which was an abandoned silver mine. Gary grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, and although no words passed between us, I knew I was on my own.

I walked up to the entrance, kicked aside a few rotten boards, and stepped into the mine. Even worse than the pitch black was the horrible silence. I walked slowly on and on, hands in front of me lest I should fall in that unknown darkness, feet shuffling in search of the mineshaft I feared would swallow me whole. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and the voices of those I had wronged calling out from the depths of those endless caverns. Still I walked on, searching for a myth and possibly, news of my fate.

Eventually, after what seems like a lifetime but could have only been minutes, a crackle in the dark. The whisper of dry lips around an ancient tongue. "I know why you're here," I heard him say, his voice likes dead leaves in a dry well. Was he talking out loud, or in my head? "What have you brought me in return?"

"Thanks a lot, Gary," I thought to myself in a panic as I searched for something to give the old man. My purse was back in the jeep, my pockets were empty, and for the first time in my life I felt shame. Why hadn't Gary warned me? Tears filled my eyes as I turned to leave.

"Wait," the old man croaked. "Come closer. What's that on your head?"

Hands trembling, I reached for my head. My hat! I tore it off in excitement and thrust it in front of me. The hat was carefully removed from my sweaty grasp. I could hear the sound of boney fingers scraping along its front, tracing the embroidered words. "B...E...E...R......B...U...T...T," I heard him intone, as he spelled out the letters above the bill. Silently, and not unkindly, the hat was placed back on my head. "Child," he whispered, gently touching my cheek with parchment-like hands. "You are not ready. You think you understand everything, but you understand nothing at all. Beer Butt? Really? Come back to me once you've learned the ways of Weed rear end, and we'll talk."

That night, I bought my forums account. That night, my entire life started. Do I wish I had a Weed rear end hat then? No. I wasn't ready. I can admit that now. But soon, I'll be making a trip back to Bovill. I hope that old man is still there. I have something I'd like to give him, and maybe, just maybe, he has something for me in return.


ty crap

ty landy

tao of lmao

beer butt

saboten

WD-40 posted:

heres my submission

you deserve it

thank u bacalou

ron color
this is incredible

ron color
im going to draw a real life drawing for this !

Gone Fashing

KEEP POSTIN
I'M STILL LAFFIN

Awesome!

Ready for adventure!


weed rear end. thread delivers

tao of lmao

ron color posted:

im going to draw a real life drawing for this !

oh gently caress yes

SIDS Vicious


this one time i recorded a video for some friends of my on the internet informing them that i was a grown rear end man and that i made my own decisions, i then took a hit from my bong and point ed at myself and gave a thumbs up. i feel if I was wearing a hat that said weed rear end it would have made a particular animated gif that g et s posted pretty often just that much more incredible ,this is my historical point where weed rear end hat could have changed my life

blaise rascal

"Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Pearl...."
This is perfect.

Anyway about a year ago I found myself in dire need of a hat just like that! Here was the scene:

Me: "Will you have me speak candidly to you, madam?"

(I had just laid down in the dish dropoff at my university dining hall so I could rotate around the corner and introduce myself to the dishwashing staff)

Me: "I am very much dissatisfied with my current state of affairs. My mood is not, how you would say, gay. I am not in a, I suppose you would call it, a gay mood. Truth to say, I am bedeviled by loneliness, and should your very careful judgment find me agreeable, I think you should consider me a courtier. If the same fire that has alighted in mine heart has ever flickered in yours, I think you will know what to do..."

At this point I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. Anyway, I really think that having a cool hat could have won her over, instead of prompting her to invoke the Curse of her Family against me, and today I'd be married to the dishwasher of my dreams!


ty vanisher, ty khanstant

blaise rascal

"Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Pearl...."
Sorry, I know that my attempts at humor fall flat 9 times out of 10, but i wrote that so i felt it would be dumb to waste it


ty vanisher, ty khanstant

i am he

my first post in this thread was a great emoticon. i posted it sans hat of any sort, but especially without a weed asss hat. with the help of beer pal and ron color i was able to mock up what could have happened if i had the help of the as\s hat from the beginning....

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