1,000+ Pages of NeoGAF: The Story of Wasted Lives and Hardcore Salt

[StealthFan]

[StealthFan]

[Broseidon]

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126668048&postcount=10

still keeping us up to date on things he doesnt like, i see

[Momo]

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[I'm a Puppy!]

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Two of the blank and one of # 3 please.

[octopushover]

Blank and #5 together at last.

[StealthFan]

4

[StealthFan]

http://www.thecoli.com/posts/9723245/

[parallax]

http://www.thecoli.com/posts/9723245/

cac00n...yeah i think i need some sleep

[Himu]

http://www.thecoli.com/posts/9723245/

Black like my baby girl's stare
Black like the veil that the muslimina wear
Black like the planet that they fear, why they scared?
Black like the slave ship belly that brought us here
Black like the cheeks that are roadways for tears
That leave black faces well traveled with years
Black like assassin crosshairs
Blacker than my granddaddy armchair
He never really got no time to chill there
Cause this life is warfare, warfare

[Himu]

http://www.thecoli.com/threads/if-youre-battling-depression-or-at-a-standstill-in-life.242284/

Great thread. Those of you who are in a bad place, read this.

[benjipwns]

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126563717&postcount=1466

 

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126504602&postcount=114

 

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126087890&postcount=399

 

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126106778&postcount=539

 

[Joe Molotov]

Ubisoft, EA, etc are showing their true colors. They can no longer be considered a 3rd party publishers. They are second party publishers to MS and Sony.

[king of the internet]

Ubisoft, EA, etc are showing their true colors. They can no longer be considered a 3rd party publishers. They are second party publishers to MS and Sony.

Guess the avatar. I'll go with Luigi.

[Kara]

Yoshi, definitely Yoshi.

[Momo]

Seconds on Luigi

[Kara]

http://www.thecoli.com/threads/if-youre-battling-depression-or-at-a-standstill-in-life.242284/

Great thread. Those of you who are in a bad place, read this.

Read it, still in a bad place.

I won't post the cornball emoticon or (You just did. -ed.) but I fucking hate one size fits all depression bonding.

Also learn how to talk about your feelings without resorting to metaphor (Might I suggest mediating them through media instead? -ed.) if you're going to play Moses leading peeps out the wilderness.

Grats to OP.

[JaseC]

You're hot.

Just a btw.

[jakefromstatefarm]

http://www.thecoli.com/threads/if-youre-battling-depression-or-at-a-standstill-in-life.242284/

Great thread. Those of you who are in a bad place, read this.

I like this one better: http://www.thecoli.com/threads/by-popular-demand-true-coliwood-stories-college-athletics.129787/


http://www.thecoli.com/threads/by-popular-demand-true-coliwood-stories-college-athletics.129787/page-24#post-4942184

[Himu]

Walt is GOAT poster. His posts about interracial dating were so on point.

One of my favorite James Baldwin analogies is the dead mother in the closet. He compares meaningful discourse in American society to going over to your homeboy's apartment and finding out he killed his mom and stuffed her corpse in the closet. At that point you either have the difficult, necessary conversation, or you condemn yourself to a string of ultimately worthless conversations in an attempt to talk around the harsh reality for fear that such a discussion will be viewed as aggressive content (don't even ask me how... that's word to 50 Cent).

We either talk about difficult and horrific aspects of the human condition or we push ourselves into an inescapable fog of incoherence by talking around the real shit. I don't like talking around shit, and that fact has won me plenty of friends and plenty of enemies - sometimes the same people being both, at different times. In these next two episodes, I'm going to talk about - not around - interracial sex.

Interracial sex, at its core, is often about dishonesty and dissatisfaction as well as individual inability to articulate desire. Between black men and white women it's also a forum to express mutual contempt for white men. I'm not saying blacks and whites and Asians and Hispanics cannot truly connect and love across cultural and whatever other boundaries - real and imagined - there are between them. But certainly in college, when it comes to white broads getting dicked down by black athletes (and often other black dudes in general), notions of spiritual kinship and deep emotional connection aren't driving factors. We're going to come back to this in the next episode, dig a little deeper into the shit. But for now, let's talk about the Underground Railroad...

I was in a black barbershop a month ago and this dude cutting my hair launched into a weird ass rant about how black people ain't shit, don't know how to take care of shit or appreciate shit, and if white people ever left America he would leave too. His exact words: "if white people left this bitch, I'd be in a canoe paddling after they asses like 'don't leave me here with these distinguished black fellows!' Shit... distinguished black fellows don't even know how to take care of their lawns, picture them taking care of a country! This shit be burned down in a week."

There was an older black dude in the shop, a lawyer, and I could see him soaking this rant in and processing it with a mixture of sadness and disdain. Dude muttered under his breath, "well, I guess that's one strange way to reinterpret Marcus Garvey's mission." I laughed out loud in the barber chair; indeed, the notion of fleeing America and its horrible attitudes toward blacks had never been turned on its head in such a warped fashion.

Here's another twisted reinterpretation of black American history: when I was in college, the Underground Railroad - a network of people, places, and resources used to deliver slaves to freedom in the 1800s - was the nickname among football players for the late night campus shuttle that wealthy white Southern Belles boarded to get from their side of campus (the wealthy white chicks lived in their own separate housing, far from the football distinguished black fellows) to where the football players stayed. Almost always on the weekend, always between midnight and 2 a.m., always to get dicked down in secret by the big black dudes they lusted after.

The reasons for racial fetish can be simple in some cases, complicated in others. White men soothe their paranoia and fear of physical inferiority by perpetuating the popular idea that the only white women who fuck distinguished black fellows are those undesirable to white men. And while there certainly are those sterotypical couplings, the desperate assertion I've heard repeated ad nauseum by many white men I know - none of whom, by the way, believe they are racist - that a variety of white women, from regular to attractive to nerdy to those from "good families" don't fuck distinguished black fellows is powerful and telling. It speaks to fear, denial, and the fragility even of superiority complexes. We'll get deeper into this in the next episode.

The point I'm clarifying here is that the women who rode the Underground Railroad were precisely the type of white women whom most white men would be shocked were doing so. They were attractive, petite, wealthy, from uppercrust families, and probably paid plenty of lip service in the presence of other white people to how unfathomable or even reprehensible the idea of fucking a black man seemed. White women learn early on how important it is to appease the white male ego. Let us remember two of the points from the last episode: people often reinterpret facts and events so that the narrative reinforces their own delusions; a lot of people cling to whatever version of the truth allows them to maintain a feeling of self-respect and superiority. White women know this very well, and they put on a very convincing show for white men when it comes to black men - often they won't even acknowledge our presence in public. This has everything to do with their understanding of the fragility of the white male ego as well as their own self-preservation, and nothing to do with their lack of attraction to and interest in black men. It's a very sick dynamic.

I remember a white dude I was cool with telling me about an ex-girlfriend he'd been in love with, whom he suspected of cheating on him with a black dude they both worked with. When he accused her, this was her response: I would never sleep with a colored man! I wish I was making that up. I didn't know how to tell him that her response was a dead giveaway that she'd not only fucked homie, but also plenty other distinguished black fellows. The fetishist is always also the racist. Witness the Sarah Palin and Glen Rice situation. Of course the queen of the tea party wanted to fuck a black athlete: overtly racially charged courtships are about degradation and dehumanization.

So yes, all kinds of white women fucked black athletes (just as all kinds of white women fuck black men in general, but that's for next episode) - the average ones did it openly, and the "elite" ones did it clandestinely, disguised in sweatpants and hoodies, toting overnight bags packed with lingerie and shit, heading from the nice side of campus to the figurative ghetto via late night shuttles. I would see these women all the time, scurrying through the halls with their heads down, knocking quickly at dorm-room-doors, desperate for their sexual fix, satisfying a curiosity that had as much to do with contempt (sometimes for their parents, sometimes for their white boyfriends, sometimes for the black dudes they were fucking) as it did desire.

I had a really smart, black, female friend who once lamented, in the middle of a discussion about sex and relationships: "if you know what love is, you're almost lost in this culture." It's really fascinating how little of sex is ever driven by the one thing we're told from a young age should be its sole guiding light. In any case, many more specifics in the next episode...

Word to Jigga, I write some thought-provoking shit, quote some Baldwin, y'all question whether he fallin' off. Well, this episode, I got the ignorant shit you like...

Two of the things we're most dishonest about in this country are race and sex. We talk around both, but rarely about either in meaningful ways. We all know about the bizarre and depressing niche of interracial cuckold porn; we all know about the portrayal of black men in porn as bestial savages (to the point that they actually grunt, pound their chests, and make over the top animal noises); we all know that there are plenty of sites and videos in which white dudes with regular-sized dicks have sex with women, but rarely will you find a porn in which a black man has anything but a Megashark vs. Godzilla dang-a-lang. We know who the main consumers of porn are - that information is common sense but even if you're not sure there's plenty of data to edify you. When we watch porn we are getting a very disturbing look into the depths of the white male psyche. White women are degraded to the point of inhuman humiliation; black men are as close to literal big-dicked monsters as they can get; white men are simultaneously in command of their white women, terrified of niccas, and excited to watch beastly big-dicked blacks violently obliterate white women's coochies - sometimes eagerly sampling the resultant creampie. 

I am speaking in general terms, of course. Not all white men enjoy this sort of thing, just as not all white women are desperate for black dick, and not every black man lusts after white women, and not every interracial relationship has its roots in depravity and taboo. Still, it's impossible to ignore what and who the bulk of porn is appealing to. Now, do I think @I.V. is sitting back watching porn praying to watch a white tramp get mandingo'd into oblivion? Do I think @I.V. is at home telling his girlfriend that she better not ever look in a black man's direction? Of course not. Well, maybe (). Nah, but seriously, this is general, and certainly not true of everyone or every dynamic within a relationship.

Race makes motherfuckers crazy. Can we agree on that? Sex makes motherfuckers crazy, Can we agree on that too? Let me share with you some of that sort of craziness I've personally experienced...

I remember when I transferred to a different, smaller school the dynamic I referenced in the last episode wasn't as intense, but it was still present. The athletics weren't Division 1, but there was still plenty of funkiness between white women and black male athletes, as well as white women and black male non-athletes. I remember going to watch a fight at this house a bunch of football niccas lived at, and while we watched the television suddenly hearing a voice from upstairs scream "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!" I'm sitting there with the mean combination of the Rock raised eyebrow and the Weebay  What made it wild is no one else in the living room batted a fucking eye. No one. I tapped my homeboy and gave him the look like "yo, fam, what gives?" Homie hit me with the  20 minutes later, this tiny, pale, churchmouse looking white chick walked down the steps, through the living room, gave a half wave to us, and dipped out the front door. At that point I was beyond  because I recognized her as Melissa, a softspoken girl who worked at the library and dated this white dude in my Anthro class. I started laughing like a motherfucker and shaking my head, and finally was like "can one of you motherfuckers hip me to what the fuck I just saw?" One dude was casually like "What, Melissa? That's a weekly thing, man. Everybody in the house done hit that shit."

I remember this white dude I met in grad school, built like a fire hydrant with a big ass head, one of the phoniest cats I've ever come across, always smiling and pretending to be happy to see you and shit. Every time we were at a social gathering, in a room together - a potluck dinner, drinks, that sort of shit - he would crack jokes about how small his dick was and how unsatisfied his wife was. It got extremely awkward for everyone there, especially the women. A mutual friend told me he never, ever made jokes about his dick unless he was in a room with me. Imagine the insanity, man! My mere presence made this poor little doofus fear for the sanctity of his manhood and his marriage.

I remember the married, 40-something, demure, church-going white woman with a husband and a teenage daughter who came up to me one night at a restaurant and whispered "I know you've seen me looking at you, and I know you know I want to fuck you." I feel like any nicca who is attractive and well-spoken and knows how to present himself shares my disgust and awe at how bold older, mediocre white women are in approaching younger, attractive black men. Those bitches really buy into the worst stereotypes - they think they're entitled to our dicks, and that we truly crave being with any white woman who crosses our paths. I'm always hearing Slick Rick in my mind when these bum bitches approach me: and with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your loverrrrrrrrr. This broad somehow tracked down my email address, started sending me emails all the time. I still have some of them, and I'm about to copy-and-paste them joints here right now. Keep in mind that she was on some callin' my crib and I ain't even give you the number shit, and that in typical corny white woman fashion, she was trying to dress her whorishness up as some poetic shit:

#1
handsome, if you and i are ever lucky
enough to make love, can we
do so s l o w l y, with appreciation
and can we kiss and kiss and kiss
until i feel like i live in your mouth
and can we listen to dwele?

 at that Dwele shit.

#2
as we raised our glasses at the bar tonight, my friend said quietly
"to the handsome black man behind me"
"to him"
i said.

and then we talked, or maybe she did, about other things.

#3
you're a man full of wonder and loveliness.
people can see it even if you think they can't.

#4
You visited my dreams last night.
You laid yourself diagonally across the bed.
Your back faced me.
Your head was propped, elbow bent.
I was under the covers, but cold. Night gowned. Asleep I knew who you were.
I slid myself until I was against you. You were so warm and endless.
Every bit of me was pressed against the length of you.
I fit myself around your shape and slept. You started
to talk. I couldn’t understand what you were saying, didn’t want to,
but the rhythm was nice, sounded like a voice underwater. Then,
your foot, now dream bare, found a way under the sheet and slid
from my inner calf to rest on the arch of my foot. The weight of it made me feel safe.
I heard the door. Somehow saw a line of light travel the room. Then silence.
When it was completely dark again, you used your foot as leverage,
lifted the blankets and turned yourself. One arm over, one arm scooped from underneath.
Me into you. And I was so warm. And your face buried between my neck and shoulder
you whispered, “You smell so good.” Then, every part wound, we slept.

No further commentary needed.

I remember this white chick who was dating a friend of mine got drunk with me one night and blew my fucking mind when she confessed to me that my homie had been requesting that they do fucked up role-playing during sex: she was the master's wife, and he was the slave. Shorty had tears coming down her face as she was telling me that he wanted her to say "You're mine, n1gger, I own you," and "You fuck me so much better than master does." She was like "I love him, and i don't want to lose him, but I can't keep doing it. It feels wrong." Fam, I never looked at dude the same. I wish I hadn't have found out.

I remember a white visiting professor trying to sleep with this white woman I sometimes kicked it with in grad school. Shorty told me he straight up asked if she'd fucked me, and how big my dick was. That's word to everything. You cannot make this shit up. Race and sex make people fucking crazy!

Another white woman in my grad program who I barely knew turned to me at a cocktail party when no one was within earshot and asked "do you ever think about fucking me?" You know what I said? Immediately? Resolutely? "No." She talked right past my no! "Because I think about fucking you. I think about you throwing me up against the wall in your living room and fucking me from behind." That sort of thing isn't an ego-boost to a dude like me. It's foul and demeaning - it means you have very little personal worth to these bitches except as goofy sexual fantasy. It's depressing, actually.

I remember I used to fuck this half-white, half-Persian broad, went to her house for a couple days over a school break. I was sitting in the kitchen reading a book when she came storming through in tears, said "grab your stuff, we're getting the fuck out of here." Once we were in her car she let me know her mother - a woman who had intermarried, and whose family had a history of incest - warned homegirl not to date me because "our family believes in genes." Process the insanity of that declaration! The funny shit is her daughter wasn't even my girl, she was just a side ho I would have filthy ass sex with. I would've never even thought to wife the chick.

There's so much more I could share along these same lines, but I think it's best to end with this: at the school I transferred to, there was a party at the end of every month for the senior class, as a means to bring us together on our way out the door. These joints were so fucking wild, because you would have white women who quite literally never spoke to black dudes on campus outside of the classroom approaching cats when no one was watching and they got enough drunken courage up, and saying shit like "I've been watching you for two years now" or "I need to see you before we graduate" or "what are you doing after this party" or "I used to stare at your tattoo in class; I have a tattoo I want you to see." All of those are actual quotes I remember hearing from broads. Mannnnnnnnnn.... a lot of niccas I knew were banging these bitches out on some real down low shit. I'm talking about a really good school, full of elite students from wealthy families: daughters of judges, movie producers, politicians, CEOs. I'm talking blue blood bitches with boyfriends they were basically engaged to. I cannot tell you how many times I was in the awkward position of the girlfriend of some white dude I knew well propositioning me behind his back. As I said, that has never been my thing - I have no problem whatsoever with interracial relationships or fucking or whatever, but I don't fuck with that sort of offensive, festishization. If you think you're too good to talk to me in public, in front of other white dudes, then don't come seeking me out behind a building to set up the late night creep. Of course, not all my peoples felt the way I did - which put me in the horrible position of having several black friends who had banged out girlfriends of white friends I had.

My favorite such incident was one of my main homies getting propositioned by one of the whitest broads on campus - super blue blood bitch from Boston who was dating this white dude who was mad condescending toward niccas. His girl was real pretty, she was his little porcelain trophy. He used to floss that bitch all over campus. Well, turned out she had a thing for my homie, and set it up so that after one of the senior parties he was going to leave the door to his crib open and she was going to slide through. So shorty shows up around 3 a.m., my homie is sitting in bed watching tv, and she walks in the room, gets on his bed and leans in to kiss him. My nicca pulled his head back before their lips touched and told her, simply, "I don't kiss." She gave him a puzzled look, so he shrugged, pulled the sheets back, and flashed her the dick. And yep, shorty put her mouth on his joint, sucked and swallowed him - at which point he rolled the fuck over and went to bed, leaving this rich ass princess ho to let herself out. And you know what? More power to that man. In the midst of all that insanity, that weird mix of contempt, taboo, emasculation, lust, and racism he treated her precisely as she deserved. You want to treat a nicca like his only value lies within his black dick? Well then worship at the altar and get the fuck out. I don't kiss.

[Kara]

I like this one better: http://www.thecoli.com/threads/by-popular-demand-true-coliwood-stories-college-athletics.129787/

I was sitting on a bed in a hotel room in Sweden when my cousin asked me if I still believed in people. You mean, that they exist?

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[Kara]

(Still reading) #thedualities of realizing you're sexually objectified but willingly going along with it.

[Kara]

Well EviLore does say it's OK.

[jakefromstatefarm]

All of those Walt stories are incredibly poignant in their own right, but I always find myself going back to Preacher Man. The way he paints mental health issues within the black community; the isolation, loss of faith over the inanity of death, sentimentality of lost loved ones, and subsequent catharsis. Just....FUCK. These are things that as a white male I'm not able to fully understand yet at the same time seem universal. After reading that this morning I found myself thinking about the handful of people I've grown close to, the only people I actually feel comfortable around, and how I'd handle it if I got a phone call one day telling me they were gone. That's something I've thought, read, and written about a lot. How one innocuous decision can beget such an undeserved consequence. How forces outside of your control can dictate, and potentially end, your life. Karakand calls it "the ephemerality of life." Yet even an individual as sesquipedalian as Kara can't truly express what permanent loss feels like. Words do not do it justice. They provide excuses and rationalizations to an inherently nonsensical situation, they eventually evaporate until the only tangible thing left is the pain of loss.

I really believe that the most powerful ability we have as humans is empathy. How, in those moments where existence tries it's damnedest to dissuade us from finding meaning and focus in itself, we experience real, uninhibited emotion and latch onto the people next to us. And they experience it too. I think there's beauty in that. I think that's where life's ultimate meaning reveals itself to people, and it's with each other.

So, to Walt, if you're reading this (you aren't), thank you. Your writing played a small but essential role in shaping my own views of race, sex, life, death, and love. Thank you for empowering a young, white, middle class cismale to divulge his hokey, candid views anonymously on a splinter forum of some 30-regulars to an irrelevant gaming website. It meant a lot.

[Kara]

The soda fountain itself was like a piece of memorabilia brought to life. It was hard to believe it wasn't a propaganda piece of some sort, meant to remind us of an America that never existed anywhere but in whitewashed lore about "real America" and the "good ol' days." We walked around in the midst of heavy winds and bright sunshine. The leaves on the trees were a strikingly rich autumn red, and when my girl walked under one small and frail tree the wind blew through it and rained the leaves down on her. When she smiled that wide ass, pretty smile of hers and stepped out from under the tree, it looked like she was emerging from a beautiful fire. I like to remember her that way: vibrant, colorful, lovely, happy.

I like to remember her that way especially because it was my last good memory of her, and the last time either one of us was happy in the other's presence.

I remember thinking I lost my license, rifling through my wallet, and finding a handwritten note my grandmother gave me from when I got a scholarship to go off to private school. She passed a short time later, and I had gotten it laminated, and always carried it with me. It said, simply, keep us proud. I remember not sleeping that night

How many years ago was all of that? Does it matter? Time is an irrelevant concept when we talk about tragedy, suffering, and loss. We carry our loss and suffering into bars, down cold streets, along highways, and most significantly into the deepest corners of our hearts and minds. Loss never quite leaves us, even when we think we've put it out of our minds. You always know when you meet someone who is carrying a profound and unspeakable loss inside, it's in the eyes, the occasional hesitation in speech, the barely detectable reactions to certain songs, certain situations. We rarely articulate it, because there aren't really words to make sense of that sort of thing.

[Timber]

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126737402&postcount=5 

[Kara]

After reading that this morning I found myself thinking about the handful of people I've grown close to, the only people I actually feel comfortable around, and how I'd handle it if I got a phone call one day telling me they were gone. That's something I've thought, read, and written about a lot. How one innocuous decision can beget such an undeserved consequence. How forces outside of your control can dictate, and potentially end, your life. Karakand calls it "the ephemerality of life." Yet even an individual as sesquipedalian as Kara can't truly express what permanent loss feels like. Words do not do it justice. They provide excuses and rationalizations to an inherently nonsensical situation, they eventually evaporate until the only tangible thing left is the pain of loss.

When I said, "The ephemerality of existence brehs. " (I went back and found the exact quote because you described me as being ostentatiously pedantic on that page. ) it could be narrowly applied in the memento mori sense, and I could see how it would be because earlier in that conversation I quoted the Biblical passage that inspired vanitas art, but I meant it in more broadly in the sense that in existence actions take place, complete, (the ) and then all we have left are the product of the action and / or our memories. (the ) The image that inspired me was the dandelion blowing, the action itself was , but after its completion all that was left was a stem that (at least on the mean streets of suburbia) we call a weed--an eyesore, a nuisance. The repetition of this cycle [via animated .gif] really drove it home.

This is kind of a sad story but I use it for illustrative purposes.

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[Joe Molotov]

[Rufus]

And yet you're doing things.

You could be content digging yourself deeper like me.

[thisismyusername]

Latest Member: EvilLore Killah

[Joe Molotov]

And yet you're doing things.

You could be content digging yourself deeper like me.

Nothing says upward mobility like moving next door to a Taco Bell.

[Joe Molotov]

Latest Member: EvilLore Killah

Oh if you think that's good, look again. 

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The good thing about new members, is that nobody notices if they get mysteriously banned. 

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[thisismyusername]

Latest Member: EvilLore Killah

Oh if you think that's good, look again. 

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The good thing about new members, is that nobody notices if they get mysteriously banned. 

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hey, thanks for approving my registration!

Don't you have OA-like posting to be doing on reddit, bro?

[Rufus]

Ha.

[Himu]

hey, thanks for approving my registration!

[Shaka Khan]

Holy shit

[thisismyusername]

Nah, I have OA for OA posting and /r/NeoFAG for /r/NeoFAG posting.

Aren't they technically the same thing? Granted, I haven't given "/r/NeoFAG" the time of day of it "reincarnating," when you guys basically were doing the same thing you got stomped out of "/r/NeoGAF" for doing: OA-like posting style and language.

[thisismyusername]

  I don't think you're getting my point.

[Joe Molotov]

Your name was messing up the forum, I had to shorten it.

[Himu]

Could someone explain the "feg" thing to me? Is this like your version of a GAF "inside joke" or what?

If I close my eyes real tight, I almost feel like I'm back on GAF. 

Also, why does Demi still love Nick Frost so much?

Censor filter.

[Joe Molotov]

A) Bowdlerized insults like feg and fakkit let us maintain a locker room mentality, while still feeling morally superior to the common redditor/OAer. It's a locker room, but, you know, it's a friendly, diverse locker room. With friendly and diverse grabassing.

B) Demi loves fat dudes.

[StealthFan]

I got a feeling this forum just got a whole lot better.

[thisismyusername]

I got a feeling this forum just got a whole lot better.

In drama, maybe. I don't think we need OA-ized links thrown in here when Twitter's "NeoGAFShitPosts" does that job without the OA-ization.

[Joe Molotov]

I still post in AnimeGAF sometimes when the mood strikes me.

[octopushover]

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=880736

"Would you buy these jeans? #fashionthread #hipster #soho #prettyboy"

Disappointed that the thread was not started by mac.

[thisismyusername]

Disappointed that the thread was not started by mac.

Thinking he'd wear leather-looking pants. Stay basic, or whatever.

[nudemacusers]

why would i ask the opinions of a forum that whines about wearing a suit and wants to defend clothing purchases on 'comfy' criteria?


plus i already have superior made in italy waxed denim so why would i fux with this basic tier shit?

[Phoenix Dark]

oh man we got a tough guy

[octopushover]

why would i ask the opinions of a forum that whines about wearing a suit and wants to defend clothing purchases on 'comfy' criteria?


plus i already have superior made in italy waxed denim so why would i fux with this basic tier shit?

 

[nudemacusers]

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

[octopushover]

who doesn't like besada

seriously what a bad opinion. that's like people pretending they don't like call me maybe.

[Steve Youngblood]

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

Says who!?

[thisismyusername]

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

Says who!?

Says his beard wife.

[nudemacusers]

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

Says who!?

mah waifu. however, I don't think she's seen good leather pants. shits like butta.

[Steve Youngblood]

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

Says who!?

mah waifu. however, I don't think she's seen good leather pants. shits like butta.

The only reason I would accept you being banned from wearing leather pants would be if you were banned from wearing pants altogether.

 

[thisismyusername]

Was Opa not good enough?

Like I said, aren't they technically the same thing?

Too bad the user that registered here had that point completely fly by their head and try to side-step it with "well, I've got here, reddit, and OA for different posting styles." When OA and reddit are the same thing.

plus i am banned from wearing leather pants

Says who!?

mah waifu. however, I don't think she's seen good leather pants. shits like butta.

The only reason I would accept you being banned from wearing leather pants would be if you were banned from wearing pants altogether.

 

[Sausage]

http://www.thecoli.com/threads/if-youre-battling-depression-or-at-a-standstill-in-life.242284/

Great thread. Those of you who are in a bad place, read this.

I like this one better: http://www.thecoli.com/threads/by-popular-demand-true-coliwood-stories-college-athletics.129787/


http://www.thecoli.com/threads/by-popular-demand-true-coliwood-stories-college-athletics.129787/page-24#post-4942184

This thread is incredible.

[thisismyusername]

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=126784913&postcount=8631

I seriously don't know why they just don't like "HaloGAF" have their thread in community and let it run pages on pages with no mod intervention unless they're breaking rules/harassing members.

[demi]

Could someone explain the "feg" thing to me? Is this like your version of a GAF "inside joke" or what?

If I close my eyes real tight, I almost feel like I'm back on GAF. 

Also, why does Demi still love Nick Frost so much?

I don't think its an inside joke. It was made a filter so the board isnt filled with that particular word. Does it bother you? You're still welcome to say it all you'd like.

I still enjoy his work. Is that a problem, too?

I notice you guys seem to not like the forum. Is there anything in particular that bothers your crew? I like making fun of gaffots as much as the next person, just not in that abrasive way you guys do. I like that you all speak what we would rather not. We're bitches.

[Momo]

who doesn't like besada

besada is trying very hard to be bishop and seems to be channeling some of Dragona's nastier habits as well. I dont get how you can like him