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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:03 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:03 |
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i'm going to get drunk and buy this |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:05 |
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byob is full of artists |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:06 |
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pig slut lisa posted:i'm going to get drunk and buy this unfortunately i think it's slightly too big. |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:06 |
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i am he posted:unfortunately i think it's slightly too big. Are you freaking kidding me |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:07 |
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EDIT: LETS not blame the weed rear end hat
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:07 |
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maybe.....
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:08 |
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somebody fix it while the iron's hot |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:08 |
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the teamwork and cooperation involved is a testament to weed rear end
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:09 |
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WD-40 posted:the teamwork and cooperation involved is a testament to weed rear end if i buy the smiley can i bget the hat if u r wavering, what if i write a story about this bar |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:12 |
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I think this is a really cool idea, and here is my entry: Before I begin, let me say that I know I'm going to get mocked for "real posting" and "having feels". If you feel the need to laugh at my adolescent problems and painful situations, so be it. I feel like I have made some friends on BYOB as of late and I want to relate this story, and I don't care if I wind up in Goonrofls.txt because of it. I was a fairly normal child, at least compared the other kids in my community. Like most kids, I had a couple of buddies - Jeff and Charlie - that I used to hang out with at school. We weren't the popular kids, but we weren't the outcast losers you would expect, either. We spent most of our free time - outside of class, that is - playing traditional childhood games on the playground; tag, frisbee, dodgeball, and the like. Now, fashion played a large part in our social structure at school. One of the main reasons we weren't popular was the fact that we dressed unconventionally. You see, we all knew that we didn't have the money to afford designer labels like Girbaud or Tommy Hilfiger, so we made up for it by wearing lesser labels as a group. We made our own fashion statement with labels like L.A. Gear and Ocean Pacific, and we especially liked Hypercolor clothes. Hypercolors were bright and cool, plus they changed color. Our group really stood out, but that eventually lead us into a lot of trouble. I think the trouble really started with a couple of guys who were maybe two grades ahead of us. Nowadays, I guess you would call them bullies -these were big, beefy, stupid goofs with no direction in life who picked on the smaller kids, the less popular kids, the kids who didn't fit in. Kids like us, in other words. I remember playing a game of pick-up basketball after school one day... Jeff had recently gotten a pair of Reebok Pumps and had been bragging about how high he could jump, claiming he could almost touch the rim. We wanted him to prove he could do it, because surely shoes couldn't make you really jump higher, right? Jeff took a great running leap towards the goal. If you could have seen it, you would have sworn he was actually going to nail the dunk. About halfway there, though - WHAM! - a basketball slammed into Jeff's head from the side of the court. As he came crashing down, a loud peel of malicious, mocking laughter came roaring from the side of the court. There, doubled over in laughter, were the culprits - Butch and Tom, the two guys who loved to push smaller kids around. I felt my face turn bright red with anger. After months of being picked on, I know that my friends and I couldn't keep taking the abuse. I couldn't stop myself; I had to stand up to these guys for both my friend's sake and my own dignity. I remember hearing my knuckles crack as my young hand curled into a tight fist. I threw myself at Butch, catching him off guard with a right cross to his acne-filled cheek. Unfortunately, this was no ABC afterchool special. Butch's buddy Tom easily grabbed me and pinned my arms behind my back, holding me firmly as Butch regained his wits and began to pound his meathooks deep into my gut. I wheezed as the breath was driven out of me, and a bright flash filled the entirety of my vision as his cruel hand drove flush into my nose. As Tom dropped me and the tears began flowing, I then had my worst realization - both Jeff and Charlie had abandoned me. I could only sob harder as I realized that I had been left alone, uncared for by the only friends I thought I could count on to stand beside me. The walk home was terrible, as I thought about how horribly I would be teased by the kids at school the next day. What would I say to Jeff and Charlie? How could I look them in the eyes again, knowing they had turned their backs on me when I had jumped to defend them? I remember the look on my mother's face as I came in through the front door. Hers was a look of horror, and I remember her tears as I told her my heartbreaking tale. After hearing about the situation, my mom got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Aire." Maybe if I had been wearing a nice Weed rear end hat instead of the Hypercolor cap I was wearing, none of this would have happened. To this day, I lie awake at night, wondering, "What if?" |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:13 |
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pig slut lisa posted:if i buy the smiley can i bget the hat dude youll have to ask classicist, hes running this show all i can give you is this weed rear end anecdote: when they sent the final invoice for the weed rear end hats, the company name was listed as "Weed, Associates"
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:16 |
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WD-40 posted:when they sent the final invoice for the weed rear end hats, the company name was listed as "Weed, Associates" |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:19 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:22 |
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the weed rear end |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:23 |
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won't anybody fix the thing so I can buy it |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:25 |
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pig slut lisa posted:won't anybody fix the thing so I can buy it maybe if youd participate in the contest they would...
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:27 |
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WD-40 posted:maybe if youd participate in the contest they would... how am i supposed to participate from my phone you've been receiving my snaps you should know this |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:30 |
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i just scaled it down 5 pixels, it doesnt look great but here it is maybe this is better. im pretty sure it meets the guidelines. Gone Fashing fucked around with this message at 06:34 on Dec 11, 2014 |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:30 |
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if anyone knows what the weed rear end font is please post it here http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3687285 |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:30 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:34 |
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here it is with blank space cropped out 60x25 |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:35 |
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lots of great entries so far! i sense that we already have several winners! |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:35 |
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pig slut lisa posted:if i buy the smiley can i bget the hat i will insist upon a proper entry as per the rules, but the purchase of a forum emoticon will bring you good karma |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:36 |
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my entry will be in animated gif form |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 06:37 |
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Where to begin? I guess first, a little backstory on myself. When I was 9 years of age my teacher, Mr Jones, said that I was the best behaved kid he'd ever seen. The other children didn't like this so they picked on me and bullied me and punched my face repeatedly but I still worked hard and continued to ace every test and I was told I would be able to get into Harvard when I finished school! I wasn't interested in distractions like girls or being liked by anyone my own age, my mum was my best friend! She told me I was the best child of all time, and she never lied. Long story short, when I reached age 14 I stopped trying hard in school and played video games all day and posted on internet forums about harry potter and dressed up as batman. I literally failed every test I took and I was sent to the headmasters office while dressed as batman and doing the Christian Bale voice. It was probably the worst day of my life. Now I work in a supermarket and post all day on a lovely internet forum about what I had for breakfast. None of this would have ever happened if I had a hat that said Weed rear end and frankly i'm disgusted I haven't been given it yet. |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 08:15 |
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If I had a weed rear end hat I could be wearing it right now, sadly I dont have one and cannot wear it.
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 08:27 |
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Am I too late? DId I miss my chance to submit another entry? |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 09:42 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 09:44 |
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Zen Dudeism posted:I think this is a really cool idea, and here is my entry: this is my story. its about me, jazzy jeff, and charlie mack. nice try buster.
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 09:48 |
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The Fresh Prince posted:this is my story. its about me, jazzy jeff, and charlie mack. nice try buster. Judges? Judges? We're gonna need a ruling over here. It's for... *in Byob voice* THE WEED rear end hat. |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 09:53 |
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lol
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 10:00 |
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When wouldn't my life have been better with the Weed rear end hat? As a low level basic bitch of a dealer, it would be a real game changer for my career and I think maybe even make me a real "player" in the circles I move in. I'd really stand out hanging around outside a concert with that bad boy on. I'd never have to depend on my long greasy hair, skeevy stubble, or lighter leash tricks to drum up business again. People would know: I'm not just another rear end with weed. I am... the Weed rear end. |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 10:31 |
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You're all thinking little picture. Of course Weed rear end is powerful on a hat, it's a powerful image. Truly evocative of the modern burnouts' lifestyle, it strikes a resounding cultural chord that no image has since "Calvin peeing on something" I feel as though there's a lot of potential being wasted by not pursuing a Weed rear end branded west coast marijuana distribution chain. Picture it on the side of a panel van. On a rooftop sign. On a billboard. At the end of a tv spot, slamming onscreen with a metallic sound effect and a phone number underneath: 1-888-WEED rear end |
# ? Dec 11, 2014 10:41 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 13:02 |
does it come in baseball flat style :P
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 14:46 |
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WD-40 posted:heres my submission so I can justify keeping this one hat ive been blowing bong hits into for the last few weeks: B...E...E...R......B...U...T...T
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# ? Dec 11, 2014 16:24 |
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# ? May 6, 2024 03:18 |
At work a few weeks ago we had a contest where there was a jar. Inside of said jar was an unknown object(s) buried in stuffing. The goal of the contest was to write down what you think was in the jar (other than the stuffing, smart-rear end) and put your guess in a box. Whoever guesses it wins a prize. The day after the contest was over, one of the managers, Bobbi-Jo (no I don't live in the south, why do you ask?), went up to one of my co-workers, Chris, and implied that she knew what he guessed despite him not writing his name on his guess. It turns out someone (my other co-worker, a 50-something guy named Dan) had written "WEED" on a slip of paper and put it in the box. Bobbi-Jo then went around trying to figure out who had written it and of course her first impulse was to accuse the white-trash-esque short guy with the Mario cap and the slow speech pattern. I wish that me and all my co-workers had had "WEED rear end" caps to wear in order to protest Bobbi-Jo's groundless and prejudicial accusations. After failing to get a confession from Chris and then Mike (who was also white-trash-esque, lives in a 90% black lower-class neighborhood and is an actual coke dealer), she put up signs saying "Whoever forgot to sign their name on their slip, you may have won! Come see Bobbi-Jo for your prize" in a poor attempt to get the criminal to confess. The latest contest is a "guess how many candy canes are in this jar" contest and I wrote "4:20" on a slip of paper and put it in the box unsigned.
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