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  1. 17 points
    My name is IOU. I like long walks in dark alleys while spraying rap letters with various types of crack heads, pookie puffers and needle ninjas.. I used to mad oontz, now it's broken. If I heard correctly this just some virtual test lab to see the Rap Letter Sprayers outside of their normal hate on everything enviornment.. Anyways, good to this fucker still alive and kicking. Can't front it definitely play a roll in my life that actually still to this day influences my life. Much appreciated to all the cats at 12oz.. I've seen other graffiti sites and never spent any time or even made an account other 50mm.. I met up with a bunch of random people from here years back which for me was a big thing, cuz fuck people. I used to not do things like that. At all, but that's definitely changed. Made me more comfortable with myself, which had a lot to do with the people I met not being shit bags. Except for Soup, he's a bitch. This place helped to fuel my interest in photography, which is still in my life. I usually don't leave my house without a camera. That slowed my ass down and got me looking at things differently, you know like actually taking in where you're at. Seen a lot people grow from this place. Some didn't of course but we laugh about them later... Through it all definitely made some friends but the one constant has been home slice Sookie.. Mad appreciation and love for her. Freaking Cali, dude is just good people through and through.. That's my words for now. So yeah, I appreciate this place and the mad men behind it. Respect!
  2. 13 points
    I do not recall this, however.... story time with seeking..... the year is 1997. I’m a dj and promoter in Detroit. After booking hieroglyphics a couple times for shows, we wind up being somewhat friendly. Particularly taje and A plus. On one of these trips the guys tell me they need to find a big ass bag for merch. I happened to have a friend that worked at an army navy store that just let us steal shit, so we headed up there. After getting a bag, we head to my house, which was nearby, so they could reorganize their shit. During this period of my life i was living with my grandmother, because grandmothers are the 5th element of hip hop and i was, as is probably evident, VERY hip hop. So we get to the house and they bring all the stuff into the living room where my grandmother happened to be watching jeopardy. For the next hour or so, Taj and A sat on the floor next to my grandma rolling t-shirts and playing along with jeopardy. It was hilarious. Eventually, my g-maw, bring the host she is, offered to make them sandwiches. An offer they refused. They did however - and this brings us to the situational relevancy of this story- go into the fridge and take a few pieces of lunch meat for a game they liked to call ‘meat pocket’. The object of the game, it seems, was to put a piece of meat in the pocket of someone’s jeans in their bag, then eventually laugh when days later it was discovered, rotten and stinking. Having toured and lived in vans with dudes, this seems to me to be a game in which everyone loses, but hey, I don’t make the rules. And that is the story of hieroglyphics and the meat pocket. Also, Del is 100% just as weird as you’d expect him to be. (Happy now raven?)
  3. 11 points
    Three things -A pic of you and Cope, with him pointing at something. -A pic of you and Banksy, in action, painting a girl and a flower. -A pic of you and Shepard Fairly, cuddling in bed, like that John Lennon and Yoko Ono bed pic.
  4. 11 points
    Hard to describe how crisp this tee looks in real life. But here it is out in the wild. (Shown here in Medium).
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    Dear beautiful people, I have kept you in my head and heart. I miss our interaction and lookin forward to more. I forget when and what my last posts were about but my life is completely different and I am genuinely and soulfully happy. Pittsburgh living. (Left Vegas 2 yrs ago today) currently changing into different career path and my lil (college grad) baby is so-cal living and recently made it to ‘finalists’ for being a Laker girl. But no further AND equally as proud! I hope you all are happy and healthy or at least on your way. sizes
  7. 9 points
    Lets see what you collect. I collect vintage skateboards. If anyone has boards collecting dust in a garage somewhere please message me. Seriously.
  8. 9 points
    Please read... Okay, so there's been many threads talking about OG members, who's missing, who's back, 12oz reunions, etc, etc... Likewise, I've posted a bunch of other stuff ranging from the early history of 12oz, to what I'm up to now and everything in between. Obviously anyone thats been here for more than a minute has witnessed the ups and downs... When there was more posts than you can follow and new members overwhelming every thread. Things were booming and companies like Dr Pepper and Ford were reaching out to buy ad space. Then you also saw how technical problem after problem made logging in impossible and how it all imploded. Then the 12oz dark age when all of this was all but dead; just a couple die hards clinging onto the remnants of a bygone era, sifting through old threads and the carcass of what once was. When I started reaching out to people to let them know I was resurrecting the forum, most said it couldn't be done. In fact, I still hear from some that this is all an anomaly... A glitch with a handful of old friends living in the past. If you've been around long enough, I think it's pretty obvious how incredible our progress has been, as well as how its starting to accelerate with more and more old members not just popping up, but starting to post regularly. The forum was dead, plain and simple. Now anyone can clearly see evidence of a small community forming up again. People are reconnecting and catching up, posting new adventures and rehashing old threads. I'm seeing a fairly steady stream of threads being created, more and more of which pick up momentum and break out into multiple pages over night. I'm sure you guys are seeing it too and obviously word is starting to get out about how we're bringing the conversation back home to 12oz. I'm regularly getting emails and DM's asking to recover accounts that havent seen a login for years and a post in even longer. I think many are realizing the negative consequences of social media. How we gave up real conversation for a caption and mega threads of comedy for a meme. Wasn't that long ago that we used to pour through a near infinite supply of hi-res photos, to now scrolling past an endless stream of teeny images taken on a phone, cropped into squares and processed to death with shitty filters. Worse, we've seen corporate douches like Zuckerberg grow to become gatekeepers to the internet and sell off our private info for mind boggling wealth. We gave up tight online relationships and steady conversations with each other for a useless list of followers and "likes" that have become grown to become far more effort than they're worth. Anyhow, I believe we're pretty close to a tipping point here on 12ozProphet and hoping I can get the crew on here - all of you - to rally up, coordinate and help push this over. There was a time when 12oz sub groups like the Night-Owls and NightBats would rally up with enough force to overwhelm rival boards and crash entire sites. We could muster up and fuckin' pwned Draw Ball for weeks at a time. I have faith that we can all come together and put the forces in motion that'll see this community grow into something capable of even more. Most of you are aware of the forum / reunion tee I announced. I thought the idea up for this release and designed the shirt with all of you in mind. Something that would pay tribute to the top 1000 members that made this place so amazing for so long. I also designed it with the hopes we could use it as a tool we could use to accelerate our outreach to old members and maybe a way to also pique the interest of new ones. To serve as a catalyst to help tip all of this over. (I'm doing all I can to release this very, very soon.) The details: On the 12ozProphet web shop, all short sleeved tees sell for $40. For this release, I'm going to do something different... If your name is on the tee or if you have a registration date from 2015 or older and you login and post here in this thread or private message me here on the forum, I will send you a single use coupon code that'll allow you to buy one of those tees for $12. If your name is not on the shirt or your registration date is 2016 or newer, if you post in this thread or private message me, I'll send you a single use coupon code so you can get $12 off this $40 tee, so $28. Many of you have bought tees, books and other 12ozProphet products (thank you for that!), so you know the quality I chase with what I do. You also know I always throw in free stickers and often throw in extras if I recognize the name or notice you paid a bunch for shipping (talking about you Australia). The real important part of this long ass post and the real hope I have for all this is that you guys will work with me to help make all this happen. Obviously buying anything from the shop shows support and helps all of this along. This release however, is more than that... It's intended to be a rallying cry to each of you to band together, coordinate and start charging forward on pulling all of this together. To mobilize real efforts towards reaching out to as many people as you can and really help spread the word. To spread the message far and wide that 12ozProphet is back and that we're bringing the conversation home. ------ I genuinely hope one day we'll be a truly massive community again and we'll look back at this moment as the turning point I intend it to be. Fuck Facebook, fuck Instagram and fuck the rest of them. This is for us, by us and a real chance to make a dent in this fucked up era we find ourselves in and genuinely change the status quo. It starts with a couple people... 10 turns into 20... 20 morphs into 50... 50 quickly becomes 100... Before you know it, it takes on a life of its own, and we start to catch the attention of a broader audience. We start to unplug person after person from the fucked up matrix that is Facebook and their social media platforms. It starts with the tight group we have on here now and if we do this right... if we coordinate and put real efforts into it, if we maybe stumble on a little luck, we tip this over, blow it up and then 12oz becomes legion. So I'm asking all you guys for a huge solid... Join in and help me do this. Thanks for hearing me out. Cheers, Misteraven ------ More details about this tee will be coming soon.
  9. 9 points
    HHere's a teaser photo of my old paint wall.
  10. 9 points
    adamsblock takedown where 12oz made the San Francisco paper
  11. 9 points
    I forget where I heard it explained as this: We listen to drug dealer music, kids today listen to drug addict music.
  12. 8 points
    Drunk af off of mojitos. Squeezed out a smoked prime rib and cream spinach. Like a mufuckin boss.
  13. 8 points
    Currently at a cow auction with my girl Lalinda -----getting a lot weird looks-----Anything goes down Ill keep you fucks posted
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    Here's a couple shots before I start up a full thread on the stuff I was hinting at. Just want to get it all done so I can supply the full recap and plenty of pictures as well as finalize a couple more details. But basically, been working since January to open a screen printing facility. You guys here on 12oz are the first to know, but soon we'll start announcing officially via social, email, etc. After years (especially this last year) of struggling with screen printers... Mega expensive OR bad communication OR massive delays OR inconsistent quality, etc... I started looking into how I could solve the issue. After a ton of research a zillion calls and plenty of negotiating, I managed to pull it together and buy a state of the art, computer driven automatic press and all the bells and whistles that go with it. For the last three months, I've been MIA due to haggling with contractors and ultimately doing all the associated provisioning myself (with massive help from a friend staying with me). Literally doing research, making calls to people and endless online instruction and YouTube videos to learn how to run plumbing (water and drainage), pneumatics and hard lines for compressed air and commercial grade electrical work (upgrading a transformer with the electric company, installing new service and putting in a new breaker panel with three high ampacity dedicated drops to various machinery). The technician is set to arrive today (literally the day after Christmas) to install the press that got delivered a few weeks ago, and do all the configuration and fine tuning leaving us with full control over future screen printing (tees / textiles and capable of prints on paper as well), with a press spec'ed with the absolute tightest tolerances in the industry. Anyhow, that's the summary and as stated, I'll take some time when the dust settles to put a full thread of pictures and updates together as well as go into some detail on how this will be a game changer for 12oz for those that don't immediately see the implications this has. Here's to closing out a long hard year and to setting up a hell of a foundation for 2019!
  19. 8 points
    It's a trap! Fuck it, where's my slayer shirt?
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    So yesterday Fish & Game picked up their traps after two nights of nothing. They'd gotten a call about a bear a few miles away and thought maybe it had moved on as this particular bear has been ranging pretty far. They later confirm its a different bear as they got it on some camera and saw there was no radio collar, so nobody knows where it ventured. Then around 8:30pm I'm going to let my dog out for his last piss of the night, flip on the outside lights as I open the door and catch a huge dark blur about 25 feet in front of the door. Huge thing that spins and charges to the tree line and then sounded like stampede of elephants breaking through the bush. I was calling my wife over to look since she was walking by right behind me just as we hear something huge jump into the river and splash its way across and then more sounds of bushes being rustled. Anyhow, pretty crazy experience. Even knowing we have bears, having a bunch of chickens eaten and having two traps that are the size of a small boat parked in my yard for two days, it was still a bit of a shock. It was fairly dark and had it not been for the extended sound of the thing charging through the bushes and across the river, I would have doubted even really seeing it. We did note that usually if you sweep my pasture with a flash light at night you can see the eye glow of a dozen or more deer bedded down and last night there was none. Also, the thing was so freakin fast! I can honestly say that if it had charged in my direction instead of to the tree line, its very unlikely I could have done anything in time even with a bottle of bear spray and a shotgun about a foot beyond arms reach and a large pocket folder clipped to my pocket. Being honest with myself, even having a holstered gun on my hip probably would not have made a difference unless the thing decided to hesitate for a moment. I think to have gotten a shot off, you'd literally have had to have a shotgun in hand, safety off at the low ready and possibly, you'd have been able to bring it up and fire off a shot. It was that fast and I was that close. In any case, pretty amazing and eye opening experience. Figured I'd keep updating you guys of the latest.
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    So... This place used to be a fucking wicked place back in the day. It was a huge source of inspiration to me as an artist, and it really did feel like a sort of online community (albeit of hilarious wierdos at times). Then in 2007 or so life happened and I've been gone. I got old and the internet just kept getting bigger, scarier, and newer, and as any old person I was like "WTF". I missed the feeling of sharing and involvement that was had here at 12oz. Not really sure if anyone comes to The Babble anymore, which is fine. It can be the secret get-away from all the rest of the noise! This is "Your Art Thread - Volume 2". Curious to see what you all are up to in your non graffiti game, and pretty stoked to share some of the stuff I've been doing. I've been on a "whale thing" lately. More will come. These are all colored pencil on paper drawings unless otherwise stated. Post your work!
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    So here’s a little story of my pup.. I travel for work. While leaving the south west and heading to the northern midwest with my girlfriend we found this dude running down the middle of the road. We were about 45 minutes from the nearest town (in either direction it turned out) on the Arizona/Utah border. There was nothing around us, straight desert wasteland. With all the cattle around, and how little hair he had and how bad his skin was, i actually thought he was a baby calf at first. We pull over after us and 3 other cars passing the other way almost hit him. He comes running to us and straight into my girls arms. Even though our car was overflowing with our belongings, we obviously couldn't leave the dude. So i wrapped him in a towel for some sort of futile protection from whatever he may have, mange, fleas, so on.. all we had for food was a half eaten McDonalds hash brown, so thats what he ate. An hour later we come across a store and get supplies. He had 3 bowls of food and 2 bowls of water within minutes. Then he passed the fuck out. 3 hours later we get him to the only vet i could find that was open, an emergency vet in Colorado. The plan was make sure he’s going to be ok, get him set up there and continue our trip. After sitting in the waiting area holding the dude like a newborn and being bombarded with old ladies telling us how we’re his guardian angels and his saviors we were both coming to the realization we weren’t going to leave him, although neither one of us wanted to say it or admit it, haha. Doc checked him out, dated him at about 3-4 months, said he had a really bad sunburn, gave him ringworm treatment, among other things, as a precaution, and sent us on our way. Told us he was so malnourished he wouldnt have made the night/a few more hours, and theres a small chance he still might not. Fast forward a month later we get him checked out again, at a vet in the northeast, they say he's about 3-4 months, give us some more precautionary treatments, and on our way. A month later we get him checked out again (this time in the south) because his condition isn't getting any better, and now we’re breaking out in crazy bumps. Turns out he’s just now about 3-4 months old (almost 2 months later) placing him at about 8 weeks old when we found him, and he had sarcoptic mange, and now we have scabies. Thanks bud, haha. They treat him, we get treated, a few weeks to months later the dude is good as new. He’s 6 months old now, and a friendly little fucker. We have no idea how he got out there, but have a few theories. 1.) someone abandoned him on the road. 2.) someone just let him go because they didn't want him and the dude went on a serious expedition through the desert. 3.) his mother was a stray, and they may have been attacked by coyotes. Sadly the reservations of northern Arizona have a reputation for dogs not being cared for. A woman i know adopted a puppy found hiding under a shed, while the rest of the litter laid torn to pieces around her. All in all, the dudes good to go. Cost me a few hundred to get him healthy, and had to deal with some scabies. Wasn’t planning on getting a puppy with the girl anytime soon, but here we are. I couldn’t let the dude die out there, and after caring for him for the hours after, i grew fond of him quickly.
  27. 7 points
    I think the forum is hitting on you too
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    Naw man. I'm just a nigga that loves food. Plus I'm ugly as hell. My dad told me if I ever wanted pussy I better learn how to tell jokes and cook a meal
  30. 7 points
    Sure. I started having periods of homelessness around 2012 but nothing too long. When i started using heroin and meth i went way down hill. Ended up being homeless with this 20 yr old bitch for about 5 yrs. Doing whatever to get by/ get high. In 2016 i finally had enough. I had been off my mental meds for 8 months plus shooting all sorts of substances in my arms. I guess looking back i just made a mental break from it one day. It was raining that day and i was hiding from the rain under a rubber placemat in back of a meat market. I got up and called 911 and told them i was gonna jump off a bridge. They came to get me and eventually i ended up in a mental hospital/detox for like a week. After i got out i didnt even want to get high. I really just wanted my life back i guess so i started reaching out to community resources like Caritos and ECHO for homeless people. I got on a list for this "tiny house village" up here in north east austin. I waited 9 months then got in. Homelessness aint no joke, especially when youre dealing with mental problems and addictions. Some people get used to it and it starts to not bother them as much. Some people get out. Some people are just lifers, like going on 30+ yrs and they wouldnt have it any other way. I personally couldnt stand each day. Thats just me tho. I stayed drunk from nov 2016 to just a few months ago to deal with the pain and stress of being homeless. Right now i drink like 1 or 2 beers a day. Am eating somewhat healthy and about to start therapy. So im in the process of getting my life back, so to say.... ✌
  31. 7 points
    Who the fuck is massgraff and how’s he got more posts than me?
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    Few from the last month or so.. Pork belly cooked on kamado rotisserie, whole lamb on the spit, seafood paella and fresh caught fish curry Looking at all that good american BBQ food up there is inspiring me to get the Weber out and get grilling again now, its been a while
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    Just some latest random shit. 0AB3303B-5A2F-4E86-AD9F-4183ADC62EF4.MOV 100BA9E3-6B2A-4F9E-B8C8-C225A87612EF.MOV 5861B75A-E379-43EC-8B30-2AC063E30456.MOV B6CE9DC0-A093-477A-A9E3-34D86EDE1BC5.MP4
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    pet portrait game like woah
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    I’m keeping up that end, I got told to pull things back last week after drunk posting every Friday night on the corporate twitter account, for like 4 fucking months. Pussy academics had a whinge. Anyway, some progress shots of my keezer lid in the making.
  38. 7 points
    RIP PoZ. Sent hope through an internet graffiti forum. I'm three years sober today and my life has never been brighter or calmer than it is today. To anyone struggling with the disease just know I never thought I could stop but I heard a message of hope on 12oz.
  39. 7 points
    First login in years. I've stopped by a few times here and there , tried logging in and had forgot my password or page was under construction. Today after 3 attempts, My screen name and password still work! Anyway , was definitely not a heavy poster but hey, I'm back for a bit at least.
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    The following is a true story: In the days before Instagram, and after myspace, those of us skilled in the arts of efame used to bag selfie Queens on Tumblr. I messaged this girl I followed on there, got her number, and started texting back and forth. Finally rolled by her crib in BK to meet up with her one day. Hot latin chick, cute face with freckles, and a really nice body which was surprising, because even back then I knew these girls made an art form out of hitting the right angles so they didn't look fat. Anyway, first date was a bust, went to meet her at her place but she lived with her dad, and couldn't leave her daughter there. She was someplace near Avenue N, and Ocean. A long fucking drive from Woodside Queens. So a week or two later I had a car service drive her up from Brooklyn to my spot in Queens. Figured we'd go get some drinks and see what happens. I was sort of let down when she got there, because she rolled through with her daughter. Anyway, I played it cool since we'd be hanging out in the crib anyway. Threw some cartoons on the TV and the cockblocker kid was instantly distracted. So I started putting together a game plan. We were on the couch and I noticed she had a "fashion rip" in her jeans, so I pointed at it and said "what's that?". Keep in mind it was half way down her thigh, and I never touched her. I just pointed at the rip and she smacked my hand, put her finger up in my face, and said "WE ARE NOT HAVING SEX!" I'm like "Calm down, I didn't say anything about sex I was asking about your jeans". She was a little bit embarrassed I found out she was a psycho that fast, and played it off. Anyway, the kid started getting tired, I put out some blankets on he floor by the TV for her to rest on, and she started to doze off. Next thing you know, I'm smashing her mom on the couch. Everyone who's been to my old crib in Queens remembers the old shitty Ikea fold down couch/futon. It was made of cheap metal and was squeaking mad loud from the first super soft pump. I didn't want to wake up the kid, but no matter what I tried couldn't keep the strokes Quiet. By then she was over being a prude and obviously down, so I said lets take this to the bedroom. About 5 minutes in (missionary) her pussy seized up on me. I never felt anything like that before, it gripped so hard I couldn't pull out, or try push in without bending my dick. She let out a little moan and straight gushed on my bed. I never in my life had a girl squirt on me up until that point. The gush that came out blew my balls back (not so hard that it hurt). I even stopped to make sure the condom was still good before continuing. I had these blue sheets with a huge wet spot on them that looked like an explosion. I was so proud I thought about flicking it, but I had to play it cool like this happens to me all the time. Anyway, sent her home that night, and we had plans for round 2 at the crib that never happened. Instead, I would roll through during my lunch break if I was working in her neighborhood. I'd park someplace quiet, move all the tools and stuff out the back of my work car to the front seats, and take her in the back to smash. Later I found out her kids dad was in jail for domestic violence, and could tell that was kind of her thing. Like she'd get super angry for almost no reason at all, and could tell if you fed into that shit you'd be the next one in Rikers. I could definitely see her getting so far out of hand she'd need someone to smack the shit out of her, but I' not that dude. She started in with wanting some commitment from me, like "I need a boyfriend". Never the fuckboy, I always kept it real, just said "you live too far away for that" (plus I'm not trying to go to jail), "so lets enjoy what we've got, or just call it quits". I'd try to turn her feminist logic against her and it worked. Either way, I haven't gotten to the baby wipes yet, so here goes. One day I'm working next to Sheepshead bay in small neighborhood called Mill Basin, so I hit her up and she's down. So I pick her up mid day, drive to a side street and move all my tools/equipment to the front seat so we can go in the back. About 2minutes in I felt some weird shit on my asshole, but knew where her hands were so I knew it wasn't her. Earlier that day I took a shit, but must not have wiped very well like a common barbarian. Normally I just shit in the morning right before I showered, but that day I was off and shit at work also. There must have been at least a half gram of shit stuck to the hair in my ass crack. Somehow, when we were fucking, it must have been pulled apart by my ass hair, when my cheeks spread so it broke open. Inside of the dried crust was a little bit of moisture left, enough to make the entire car smell way worse than your average fart. It was hot back there, I almost had to stop fucking the smell got so bad. I just ignored it, breathed through my mouth, and tried to nut ASAP, before she peaced the fuck out of that shitbox. Needless to say it was awkward as fuck, she was a mad quiet when I dropped her off. Till this day I keep a pack of flushable wipes in the car just incase I need to shit so I don't ever get caught slipping like that again. I'm to the point now where I don't understand when people don't have some in their bathrooms, fucking barbarians. Moral of the story, If you don't shower after a shit, you better use wet wipes or you might end up like your boy Mercer. Needless to say I never hit her up, or heard from her again after that shit. A shame, not that I'm embarrassed, but because even though she was psycho, she had some amazing pussy.
  42. 6 points
    Here’s a few from last weekend. Birthday edition. Started out touring some nurseries in search of a specific house plant cause my shit died and I have a thing for plants. When you’re old this is the type of shit you do on your birthday 🤣. Vintage sign painting wizardry. Cut down some 5 dollar sunflowers for the little lady and my mom cause i’m a stand up chap! Found it. (String of pearls) Next stop. Nordic Fucking Lodge. A Southern New England gem like no other. I go just about every year for the birthday. Started out a few years ago when my tradition of eating King Crab became too ridiculous. Discovered a beautiful magical place where the crab was endless alongside every other thing you can think of including lobster, raw bar, scallops in bacon, brisket, prime rib and filet mignon (if yer into that.) and so much more. 100 bucks a head and over the top worth it. the wait begins, (always around a hour, the grounds consist of 60 acres of sprawling green, along the water.) Order drinks, walk and lurk. Special s/o to interracial love and my Caucasian queen 🤣💜 Shorty pulled up with the wild game changer this year and brought contraband in her purse! (they do not provide these on purpose to try and limit your king crab thuggery. Niggas leave this place bloody for real. Not this year bruh! 🖕 Bounce. Let the wild rumpus begin! Dead.
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    So as mentioned in a couple other threads, including the 12ozProphet screen printing thread and obviously pulling from the long history of this place and 12ozProphet in general, as well as my thoughts on social media, I've been slowly planning on a forum specific tee. For now, its just a chance to celebrate the history for the forum and the community we have on here, but I'm also planning to leverage it as a tool to perhaps attract some OG members as well. Most likely, this will not be a hype release and will be available for the foreseeable future. Like all short sleeve 12oz tees, it'll be priced at $40. Without advertising, the tees and stuff sold on the 12ozProphet shop is what allows the brand to grow and contributes to the cost of maintaining the servers that run this forum (not cheap!). Now that being said, I am thinking about trying something out... Still thinking it through, but my idea is to offer a discount code for people that take the time to register / login and post in a specific thread I'll be creating for the occasion. OG members (registration date before XX) will be DM'ed a coupon code that will knock $28 off the cost of the tee, so they'll be able to purchase it for $12. New(er) members (registration date after XX) will receive a coupon code that will knock $12 off the cost of the tee, so they'll be able to purchase it for $28. Important bit is that people will need to login and post in order to get the tee at a discount. Obviously anyone can go and pay full price for it and no doubt, we'll promote the hell out of it through our social media channels to help spread the word and see if we can't get a few more people posting again. Having an account and posting once is the largest hurdle in the conversion, so though I don't expect everyone that does it to stick around, at the very least it's a step in the right direction and will likely turn into a boost in activity either way. If nothing else, hopefully people will see it as a cool shirt, that represents a very specific niche group. Maybe if enough of them get out there, people will start to run into each other in real life and I imagine that can lead to some fun as well. Anyhow, I have the concept and the design mostly fleshed out, but welcome any feedback and ideas on how it might be made more effective. Again, graphic isn't final, but this is where I'm at with it so far. (The QR code will point to the aforementioned thread I plan to create, which in turn will be a cleaned up version of the social media thread). No idea how many, if anyone, uses QR codes but I have tested it and its built into iOS, so if you scan it with the camera it'll pop up a link and take you to the URL that's been programmed into the code.
  45. 6 points
    I can smell the hotdogs and regret from here
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    Not sure if I posted these before and too lazy to go review the last 14 pages. Random shots from home that we’re on my phone.
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    Spent me morning walking the beach looking for sea glass with the lady. Bonus abalone and China.
  48. 6 points
    I’ve always enjoyed this place because of the lack of manners, but I have a sense of humor. I think more than half of the conversations we all used to engage in wouldn't be acceptable given the current climate of political correctness on social media platforms. But those are getting played out... ✌️ Apply directly to the forehead!
  49. 6 points
    Here are some old school connect-I-cut pics, to get this going. Most of these I took before digital cameras in the 90’s.
  50. 6 points
    Not so much pets, but sorta. At least they pay dues and contribute...
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