I found something... something special <3

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OH MY GOD ORIGINAL IAS


MUST READ

I KNEW IT

Tempyst wrote:

i sub milli vanilli girl you know its true

THUS HISTORY WOULD ONE DAY REPEAT ITSELF

2,667 Replies, 54 pages.
Simply amazing. I barely got through the first page. looks like I know what i'm doin later after i finish cleanin the house.

I just looked and liked how the last reply was almost exactly one year later. Amazing. A thread, a year in the making.

Its fucking hilarious, oh god

RUN UP THE FLAGZORZ BOYS, WE GOT A LIVE ONE

POSTING IS YES

ERIK: YOUR DAD IS YOUR FATHER

THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE

The Epic Elliott page (15?) is still my favorite part

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Goo Weasely the Hall Monitor RUES THE DAY he ever met the Hazzard Boys. Rues the day. I mean literally. He wakes up and rues. Dawn 'til dusk. Rues and rues and rues. It'll put meat on ya, I tell you. My grandpappy rued hisself into the service back in aught two. Of course, back then, they rued somethin' fierce. Not like the ruing you kids do nowadays. Heh. I tell ya. Not a one survived. Funnily enough, the potroast came out perfect.

I'm almost there!!

ITS PAGE ELEVEN

Elliott comes for the ham, but stays for the sodomy.

Elliott's broadway musical, "Not Now, Mommy Has a Headache: The Tempyst Story" has been in production for almost forty-three years.

Elliott is responsible for green lighting all of Pauly Shore's movies and doesn't feel guilty at all.

Elliott, contrary to rumor, did not sleep with Ted Danson on a dare. He did it out of love.

i SING YE SONG OF FISHING

wow everyone who isn't me, tempyst, mote and elliott were poopballs

Towards the end, it was more the doing it to spite the others than because you enjoyed it.

and i wish more of the links worked.

You might say we drank the kool aid.

ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK.

arwrr.

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* As a reminder to all the dear, loyal, and mostly-illiterate readers of IBBPA, I would like to reinstate the Terms of Service as set forth between The Masters of the Universe, hereafter referred to as Tempyst and Isladar (but mostly Isladar) or TAIBMI, and you, the audience, hereafter referred to as "you", "y'all", or "you + [term to be decided on at the whim of Her Imperial Majesty, the "I" of TAIBMI]".

By reading, replying to, thinking of, touching yourself while thinking of, getting a shot for, licking to see if it tastes like ham, selling your virgin daughters into bondage for, exposing minors to contents of, laughing, giggling, snorting, spooting, and/or peeing a little at IBBPA, you hereby tacitly agree to the following terms and condition:

1. You hold and recognize TAIBMI to be the Lord thy God, and shalt not worship any other threads, idols, or pieces of lint before them.

2. You relinquish any claim to holding TAIBMI, Bastard Squad, IBBPA, or Elliott's new kitten responsible for any damages incurred by exposure to TAIBMI, Bastard Squad, IBBPA, or Elliott's new kitten. All claims that the above institutions (and cat) are carcinogenic and cause cancer in lab animals are filthy lies by people who aren't funny.

3. You proles agree that anything produced by TAIBMI (whether in written, electronic [i.e. posting], visual, or stuff Tempyst digs out of his hair, form) is freakin' AWESOME and god DAMN if it isn't the coolest @#%^ you've ever seen, and realize that your mother would probably stop whoring herself out if you could be as cool as TAIBMI. In addition to being awesome, the above intellectual property of TAIBMI will heretoafter be the most HILARIOUS @#%^ ever, and you will be subconsiously conditioned (but not in the hair way) to tinkle a little every time you are exposed to any manifestation of it.

4. You agree to procure TAIBMI the following items: Hauberk +1, Berserker's Axe, Amemet Mantle +1, and an econo-size bottle of Pantene Pro-V Conditioner for Tempyst. Because conditioning is the mother#$^&ing most important part. Now I mean in the hair way, when earlier I didn't. You have to keep up with this sh*t. So anyway, yeah, in the hair way. But not like.. the Brett Hart kind of conditioning. Like, clearly that dude went too far.

5. Look, there are TWO different connotations of the word 'conditioning'. Its NOT that hard.

6. TAIBMI is such a freakin' awesome new acronym. Your pee glands are just rearin' to go, aren't they!

7. You agree that these terms and conditions are subject to change at anytime at the whim and fancy of TAIBMI, and that you got nothin' for it. Such as this: TAIBMI and IBBPA now have the rights to your immortal soul. Did you see that? BAM. I just thought of that and ADDED IT THE HELL ON. And you were all like "DAMN." and I was all "DUDE, I KNOW. OWNED." So watch yourself.


ALL HAIL TAIBMI.

Love,
Auntie Isladar