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Congrats to IowaHawkeyeFBnBB4Life - winner of the 2019 WPOTY

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Fantastic work.
 
I just do what I do, and it’s not really my effing problem that you guys don’t like it.

I think you're great. Love the levity you provide the board. Not quite as special as OIT, but close.

The tolerant left folks just bestowed a prestigious honor on you. The Royals fan was frantically seeking the crown. Why the butthurt?
 
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I think you're great. Love the levity you provide the board. Not quite as special as OIT, but close.

The tolerant left folks just bestowed a prestigious honor on you. The Royals fan was frantically seeking the crown. Why the butthurt?

The royals guy is a dumbass for trying to win an award. You can’t just say I want this award, f you, vote for me.
 
A Short Story By Moral (I had 3 minutes to blow)


The Day IABBFB Won His Second WPOTY

IAFBBB is lying in bed, his TV is scrolling Netflix recommendations because he fell asleep to an obscure Netflix movie. He thinks to himself I should really check out this Shannara show by MTV sometime. In the distance, he hears his landline ringing. I wonder who that could be he wonders. He puts his feet on the floor and pushes aside from a few empty fast food bags and walks to his kitchen. He grabs the phone on the wall and thinks to himself that the 30-foot cable has really paid dividends and he walks to the folding chair in his living room before addressing the caller.

"Good morning, you have reached IAFBBB's phone, how can I help you?" His manager chuckles "always on duty, aren't you? Listen, we need you to come in because one of the 16-year-olds called in and we need someone to work the fries."

There is a long silence and his managers ask if he is still there. "Yeah, I'm still here, but you just caught me off guard. You know I have been wanting to work the fryers for years!" IAFBBB said half choked up. "I'll be in as soon as I get ready." He sprints back to his kitchen and hangs up before his manager can respond so he can't change his mind about the fryer.

He goes over to his pantry which is just 3 cardboard boxes all on their sides facing outwards and reaches for a box of cereal and powdered milk. He grabs a homemade bowl which is just a smaller cardboard box lined with plastic and fills it halfway with water and milk powder and gives it a quick stir. He pours in some Frosted Flakes which happen to have the "ed" crossed out. This is going to be a great day Frost the Tiger he says, and he drinks his cereal.

Too excited to shower he just throws on his work polo and name tag; it turned out to be a real-time saver to sleep in the rest of his work attire. He runs out of his house and hops in his cavalier with custom Nebraska plates that just say, Pelini. The radio fires up with a fired-up rightwing radio voice going on about the Obama administration. He reminds the radio that he voted for Obama twice.

The drive was a pretty average Nebraska drive. There were only 7 or so other cars on the road but you had to watch for people driving in the wrong lane and turning left on red. For an outsider, this would be a daunting drive but for a Nebraskan this was just business as usual. He pulls into the Burger King lot and into his Employee of the Month slot. 7 months in a row he thinks to himself as he revs his engine.


He is barely in the door before he shouts to his manager "You weren't joking, were you?" His shift manager assures him that he was serious and today was his big day. He starts his proud march to the fryer and doesn't even bother clocking in. He walks past an employee wrapping the burgers, the edges aren't as crisp as when he is working that position, but that isn't his problem today.

He grabs a fresh frozen bag of fries and pulls out a handful and places them in the fryer. He burns his finger but doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to ruin his opportunity. The oil does the rest of the work, and it turns out he is a natural at salting and boxing the fries. Once he gets down avoiding burns, he could really be a great fry chef.

He must have made 100 boxes of fries before his manager comes over and tell him he is doing great. "Why don't you go ahead and take a break? Be sure to stay hydrated it can get pretty rough in this position."

While in the employee breakroom he gets out a pitcher of Kool Aid he makes for work. It is Nebraska red Kool Aid with ground-up caffeine pills in it. It is an amazing money-saver that prevents him from blowing hard-earned money on Monster Energy Drinks. It tastes decent but gets very bitter towards the bottom of the pitcher. He kicks back on the break chair and logs onto the Hawkeye Report.

A notification is beaming at him from the top right of the screen. He has a tag from @BABiscuit "Oh great, another mad liberal looking for 100% progressive control." He clicks the tag and goes to a page that says "Congrats to IowaHawkeyeFBnBB4Life - winner of the 2019 WPOTY" He sees that someone made him a new avatar of IAFBBB in Nebraska regalia and eating shit and tries to act as he doesn't get it. He shoots back at the forums "I just do what I do, and it’s not really my effing problem that you guys don’t like it." He isn't going to let this ruin fryer day. Before he heads back to work, he starts a thread about the tolerant left.
 
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A Short Story By Moral (I had 3 minutes to blow)


The Day IABBFB Won His Second WPOTY

IAFBBB is lying in bed, his TV is scrolling Netflix recommendations because he fell asleep to an obscure Netflix movie. He thinks to himself I should really check out this Shannara shoe by MTV sometime. In the distance, he hears his landline ringing. I wonder who that could be he wonders. He puts his feet on the floor and pushes aside from a few empty fast food bags and walks to his kitchen. He grabs the phone on the wall and thinks to himself that the 30-foot cable has really paid dividends and he walks to the folding chair in his living room before addressing the caller.

"Good morning, you have reached IAFBBB's phone, how can I help you?" His manager chuckles "always on duty, aren't you? Listen, we need you to come in because one of the 16-year-olds called in and we need someone to work the fries."

There is a long silence and his managers ask if he is still there. "Yeah, I'm still here, but you just caught me off guard. You know I have been wanting to work the fryers for years!" IAFBBB said half choked up. "I'll be in as soon as I get ready." He sprints back to his kitchen and hangs up before his manager can respond so he can't change his mind about the fryer.

He goes over to his pantry which is just 3 cardboard boxes all on their sides facing outwards and reaches for a box of cereal and powdered milk. He grabs a homemade bowl which is just a smaller cardboard box lined with plastic and fills it halfway with milk powder and gives it a quick stir. He pours in some Frosted Flakes which happen to have the "ed" crossed out. This is going to be a great day Frost the Tiger he says, and he drinks his cereal.

Too excited to shower he just throws on his work polo and name tag; it turned out to be a real-time saver to sleep in the rest of his work attire. He runs out of his house and hops in his cavalier with custom Nebraska plates that just say, Pelini. The radio fires up with a fired-up rightwing radio voice going on about the Obama administration. He reminds the radio that he voted for Obama twice.

The drive was a pretty average Nebraska drive. There were only 7 or so other cars on the road but you had to watch for people driving in the wrong lane and turning left on red. For an outsider, this would be a daunting drive but for a Nebraskan this was just business as usual. He pulls into the Burger King lot and into his Employee of the Month slot. 7 months in a row he thinks to himself as he revs his engine.


He is barely in the door before he shouts to his manager "You weren't joking, were you?" His shift manager assures him that he was serious and today was his big day. He starts his proud march to the fryer and doesn't even bother clocking in. He walks past an employee wrapping the burgers, the edges aren't as crisp as when he is working that position, but that isn't his problem today.

He grabs a fresh frozen bag of fries and pulls out a handful and places them in the fryer. He burns his finger but doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to ruin his opportunity. The oil does the rest of the work, and it turns out he is a natural at salting and boxing the fries. Once he gets down avoiding burns, he could really be a great fry chef.

He must have made 100 boxes of fries before his manager comes over and tell him he is doing great. "Why don't you go ahead and take a break? Be sure to stay hydrated it can get pretty rough in this position."

While in the employee breakroom he gets out a pitcher of Kool Aid he makes for work. It is Nebraska red Kool Aid with ground-up caffeine pills in it. It is an amazing money-saver that prevents him from blowing hard-earned money on Monster Energy Drinks. It tastes decent but gets very bitter towards the bottom of the pitcher. He kicks back on the break chair and logs onto the Hawkeye Report.

A notification is beaming at him from the top right of the screen. He has a tag from @BABiscuit "Oh great, another mad liberal looking for 100% progressive control." He clicks the tag and goes to a page that says "Congrats to IowaHawkeyeFBnBB4Life - winner of the 2019 WPOTY" He sees that someone made him a new avatar of IAFBBB in Nebraska regalia and eating shit and tries to act as he doesn't get it. He shoots back at the forums "I just do what I do, and it’s not really my effing problem that you guys don’t like it." He isn't going to let this ruin fryer day. Before he heads back to work, he starts a thread about the tolerant left.

Tl;dr
 
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See this would never fly in the land that we fled from. Even in a mild call out, I got a warning about "calling out other posters by name" and "saying something negative".

VIVA LE HROT!
 
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