There was also another video of Skyello dipping a dildo in peanut butter and sucking it off (I think he was playing a keyboard at the same time).
Wow. I mentioned that video and I got -260 Rep. And it foes make sense that the dude looks like a gecko. She works in insurance. Focus: my most memorable moments of this year are getting banned and posting up the life story of a.c. Slater in the "I didn't know you were that good". 4 or 5 of you fuckers thought I really turned down a full ride scholarship to wrestle for Iowa.
Thank God for that. I'm not sure why more people on here don't lack the will to watch a video that I have no doubt is about as pleasant to watch as Turkish snuff. Good riddance, the guy wasn't funny or "edgy" (I hate that word). He was just a mentally challeged attention whore, plus a bitter stalker to boot. At least other morons gave you a reason to care about why they were morons. I would be shocked if he has a single actual friend.
My favorite moment is when I fed my now wife ecstasy and she let me take and post a picture of her boobs with a natty light between them. However, I was fucked too and elongated the picture. This resulted in negative comments from strangers and crushed her self confidence, leading to "go to" insults when she gets uppity. My perception of enhanced self esteem for my own physical appearance was a welcomed artifact. Really doe, some people on tib and rmmb, have offered me meaningful life interactions starting from about 2006 (started in 2004). I appreciate that greatly. One.
This is by far my favorite message board on the internet. It's the only one I frequent, or visit at all really. It just seems every other forum on the internet is a breeding ground for stupidity. It's mostly a bunch of angry morons that accuse the other morons of being morons. This is the only forum I've ever seen that has a vast majority of intelligent members (not counting specialty niche forums). The fact that most of the posters are over 20 helps a lot too. From the RMMB my favorite has to be John Fitzgerald and the poor kid who couldn't choose which color of ketchup he wanted due to the internet ruining his life. Fitzgerald was still bragging about his SAT score well into his 30s. How can you beat that level of delusional douchiness? The call out threads on the RMMB were just great. The moderation and Tucker wannabes sucked though. I never got banned, but theGC threatened me with it on practically every post in the NFL thread. He didn't understand the sport at all and was just annoying in general. From here the ask an escort thread was pretty good. The dumbest facebook conversation ever also takes a high spot too. Can I get a BOOM ROAST? Most of the more intellectual/political threads have been well worth reading for every post, even if the last one was a bit of a cluster fuck. The low point on here was probably the ask a dominoes manager thread. It just didn't seem necessary. Hey, you can't have gold with every click.
Some of these I remember (Milly & SkyYellow), but other I don't. I don't know if it's a matter of failing memory or not being as addicted to this place as I thought. To me, some of the greatest moments arise out of the R&R thread. With all of the laughs, barbs and insults (as well as the ass-tearings in some of the more serious threads) we hurl at each other, it's great to see a community offer up encouragement and support for one another when life serves up a shit sandwich. Same with rallying together to raise money for a cause that's affected one of our lives. I didn't see that nearly as much on RMMB. But I'd trade all that sentimental shit for a pic-post by shegirl in the boobie thread.
I really haven't enjoyed anything that has happened here. Only reason I'm still on is because I got lost on my way from the living room to the bathroom.
The thing I remember the most from the RMMB was the whole cloud starchaser situation and fall-out. Next level self delusion.
The saga continued well after the RMMB... The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituaries. Oh yeah.
For those who haven't seen it: NSFW Awww Nigga! <a class="postlink" href="http://www.flurl.com/video/5456467_comments.htm" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.flurl.com/video/5456467_comments.htm</a>
Again I don't know how the phrase "her asshole won't even let m'nut's out" didn't become the phrase of that video. Someone on the last board posted a video once of a girl that ate a semen omelet after a bunch of dudes jerked into a cup and they fried it up. She did not look happy and as I remember it was like in a game show studio set up. It wasn't even japanese. It's why the internet was invented. Had to link it..... [rnsfw]http://uselessjunk.com/article_full.php?id=34561[/rnsfw]
I can't even comment on the splooge omelet. Fuck. Anyway, something I remember from the old board, and the only thing I saved from there, was a response on the Advice Board to some ass hat who was whining about his intelligence not being appreciated or some such drivel. I can't remember who wrote it, but for some reason I want to say it was our very own Suapyg. If not, someone else can take credit for it. I saved it because I see more and more of what he was ranting about in a lot of people these days. Not just younger people (although they're certainly the biggest culprits in my experience) but in people of many ages. I've sent it to several folks over the years, and I still read it myself from time to time to reflect about things in life that come up, and to ask myself if I'm acting like the person this was written for. For length: Spoiler So I'm going to be gentle, as gentle as I can. Disclaimer #1: As I type this, I am in a mood so fucking foul, it has weight. It has mass, it has an odor all its own. I am reasonably certain that the strength of this odor could kill small children and the elderly. Disclaimer #2: As a result of the events leading to the aforementioned mood, I am drinking whiskey at 11 o'clock on a Tuesday night. I am not using a glass. Disclaimer #3: Fuck you, I don't need three fucking disclaimers. You get two, and you'll fucking like it. Now. Mr. LSLS. Let's talk about you. You are exactly what you wish you weren't. You babble endlessly about intelligence and courage and passion and success and failure, you piss and moan and bitch and complain about wanting to break through your struggles and barriers and obstacles and how hard it is, and yet you contribute nothing. You bring nothing to the table. Is there something you want to work for? Is there something you want to learn to be better at? Is there a reason, other than to not suck at everything? Do you have even the vaguest notion of what passion means, how it works? I'm so fucking sick of people like you, of clowns who want the world to notice you exist without even the smallest effort on your part to actually fucking accomplish something, or even improve upon your own levels of intelligence. Intelligence? INTELLIGENCE?!? Your grammar is atrocious, your spelling worse. You don't know the difference between to and too, their and there and they're, you're and your. Your ideas are lazy and clichéd, your theories barely even rational. If you work hard enough, you might just elevate yourself to a level of functional retardation. But you won't. Because you've never worked hard for anything in your fucking life. You just want to piss and whine about it, to long for the achievement, to pine for the accolades. You have no idea what it means to work for something. You have no idea what it feels like to earn it. And you have no idea what the hell to even work for. Do you know why, Mr. LSLS? Do you know why you don't know what direction to turn, where to place your feeble efforts? Do you know why I chose you to bitch slap, to make an example of, when there are stupid questions posted on here every night to choose from? Because being good at something isn't what is important to you. Because having MADE that achievement isn't what drives you, it isn't what makes you bore to fucking tears anyone unfortunate enough to read your writing. What you want is to be THOUGHT OF as good at something. What you want is for the world to THINK that you are intelligent and learned, not to actually BE intelligent and learned. Because that would take work. Because that would take fucking dedication. That would take passion and drive and commitment and sacrifice. Yes, my friend - sacrifice. You might have to put down your joystick, and turn off your blogspot, and open a book. Or pick up a guitar. Or shoot free throws, or do pushups, or practice a language, or study tables of the elements or learn to render objects in two dimensions, and it would cut into your precious whine-time. If you want something, go get it, Mr. LSLS. Shut the fuck up, and go after it. Go after it with every fucking ounce of your unbelievably deluded being, and fuck anything and everything that gets in your way. Getting tired? Shut the fuck up and keep working. Hungry? Shut the fuck up and keep working. Lonely? SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP WORKING. Bored? SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP WORKING. I think you're probably a moron. But that doesn't make it so. Just because I'm sitting here, at the end of an unfathomably shitty day, half in the bag and rambling about how much of a fucking waste of my air I think you are - that doesn't make it so. But it probably is. There's one piece of good news, though. It doesn't have to be that way. You have to go and change it, that's the part that sucks. And honestly, I don't think you have it in you. Now, go on, asshole - get the fuck out of here. Go and fucking work for something. Go and prove me wrong.