Board? How many people have you put onto BGOL?

Tha Iron Fist

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1. What members can you actually vouch for?
2. Or do you know personally outside of the board?


Me, myself just one. And she is a good woman. :yes:










Rule with an IRON FIST BITCH!
 
i've told people about it but i think they're scared to let me know that they fuck with BGOL because they don't want everybody knowing they come to a porn board who knows go figure.I've also told fam to come here and get their music because i wasn't downloading every cd for them no more shit do the shit yourself.Now them mofo's are just computer illiterate and to damn dumb to get their ass on here and learn something
 
~ Once shouted out in a class lecture of 400 ... "Log onto BGOL ... you won't be dissapointed!" That shit went over terribly, fam'. The class was 90% women ... psych' stats. Fuck.

~ And on a side note ... you know you've got BGOL on the brain when you're checking someone's BGL (Blood Glucose Level) and when recording it in legal documentation you jot down ... "Their BGOL was ..." - fuck, I'm guilty of that.
 
Remember seeing a "Referral" in Blunt's profile once and was like "WTF!!!!". If you don't know what a referral is, do some reading. Might've been him horsin' around with that "Young Thug" thing but it surprised me none the less.

I put some cats onto BGOL years ago but they keep in the shadows. Don't blame them sometimes.....:(

D-Nice 1 (The Nice One)
 
:lol: @ this thread being rated 1 star

I put a few people on to BGOL earlier this year when they wanted to know how I get all my porn (I used to sell porn on burnt DVDs :yes: )
 
Helico-pterFunk said:
~ Once shouted out in a class lecture of 400 ... "Log onto BGOL ... you won't be dissapointed!" That shit went over terribly, fam'. The class was 90% women ... psych' stats. Fuck.

~ And on a side note ... you know you've got BGOL on the brain when you're checking someone's BGL (Blood Glucose Level) and when recording it in legal documentation you jot down ... "Their BGOL was ..." - fuck, I'm guilty of that.
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That's some funny shit!



Rule with an IRON FIST BITCH!
 
I thought this was like Fight Club. I tell no one about BGOL. I just happen to think we run into Bgol members everyday and dont know it.
 
trekei said:
I thought this was like Fight Club. I tell no one about BGOL. I just happen to think we run into Bgol members everyday and dont know it.

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Man, I hold onto this gem known as BGOL and safeguard it with my life. :lol:

I think I've only told my cousin about this place because he wanted to know how I kept getting all the hookups

Everyone else that asks me where I get the hookup, I keep tight lipped
 
trekei said:
I thought this was like Fight Club. I tell no one about BGOL. I just happen to think we run into Bgol members everyday and dont know it.
Secret squirrel shit.
:hmm:
 
I tell noone, this is my personal shame and I guard it.

Well, I told my wife about it (she gets a lot of shit off of BGOL) and one of my homies (just got divorced and had to quit BGOL cold turkey because he was getting a porn addiction quickly), but that's about it.
 
Zero said:
I tell noone, this is my personal shame and I guard it.

Well, I told my wife about it (she gets a lot of shit off of BGOL) and one of my homies (just got divorced and had to quit BGOL cold turkey because he was getting a porn addiction quickly), but that's about it.
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Steelwill2006 said:
Secret squirrel shit.
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Secret Squirrel......Man you took it back a ways!! :D


Helico-pterFunk said:
~ And on a side note ... you know you've got BGOL on the brain when you're checking someone's BGL (Blood Glucose Level) and when recording it in legal documentation you jot down ... "Their BGOL was ..." - fuck, I'm guilty of that.

Damn Gina!!!!! :lol: :lol:


To answer your question just one. A friend at work. Told him to check out the site. Don't know if he became a member and didn't tell him that I was.
 
I have told some guys about it. I know one from work joined up never told me his sign on and he doesn't know that I am a member. The others I believe just lurk.
 
I personally found this board by accident. I did a random google search for Black porn and came across this. Before all I had was born clips now I have full movies. But I personally would not tell people about this board ven though it is the best with no homo posting and the mods doing a good job at keeping it that way. I would rather keep my private life private.
 
told a couple women about it.....the more 'open minded' ones and they be on here lurkin like a muh fukka! lol. one told me straight up "i just like looking at beautiful women'. (she's bi curious)

won't tell um my screen name though. i'm like 'let's see how well u know me' and they steady reading posts and pickin out the wrong muh fukkas sayin 'this sounds like u. did u post this?' i be rollin
 
I told a few people bout it cause you can get so much strong knowledge here, and so many good opinions, and well we know bout the porn and musik
 
trekei said:
I thought this was like Fight Club. I tell no one about BGOL. I just happen to think we run into Bgol members everyday and dont know it.

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Tyler Durden's Quotes From Fight Club
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is . . . you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is . . . you do not talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells "stop," goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And, the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at Fight Club . . . you have to fight.

Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not you fu**ing khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Tyler Durden: Hi. You're going to call off you "rigorous investigation." You're going to publically state that there is no underground group or these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the L.A. Times press release style. Look . . . the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.

Tyler Durden: You got some fucked up friends!

Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything.

Tyler Durden: You know, man, it could be worse: a woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

Tyler Durden: Whoa! Okay, you are now firing a gun . . . at your imaginary friend . . . near 400 gallons or nitroglycerin!

Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Tyler Durden: Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?

Tyler Durden: Listen to me . . . you have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you.

Tyler Durden: see in Fight Club, the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential. And, I see squandering. God damn it! An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables: slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing car and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh** we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars . . . but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact and we're very, very pissed off.

Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man.

Tyler Durden: We just had a near-life experience.

Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look. I fu** like you wanna fu**. I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.

Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. Tyler Durden

Tyler Durden: Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting bottom.

Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, you would have nothing.

Tyler Durden: That's you . . . that's me . . . that's the toilet. Good? Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Tyler Durden: What you are feeling is premature enlightenment!

Tyler Durden: Self-improvement is masturbation. Now, self-destruction . . .

Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet.

Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.

Tyler Durden: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem.

Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Tyler Durden: Not good enough.

Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Tyler Durden: [whispering] Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.

Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had.

Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.

Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, 2 and 1/2. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.

Tyler DurdenTyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

Tyler Durden: Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything

Tyler Durden: [his last words] What's that smell?

Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

Tyler Durden: It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

[after meeting and having sex with Marla] Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.

[Tyler and Jack stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Steph finish shaving off all of his hair. Tyler comes to give the top of Steph's head a sharp slap] Tyler Durden: Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Tyler Durden: From now on, all those with shaved heads: "Space Monkeys".

Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.

Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans.

[Pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] Tyler Durden: Emergency water landing, 600 miles an hour: blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.

Tyler Durden: [His face is soaked in blood. He is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement Lou.

[while the narrator is on the phone with the police] Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.

Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction...

Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

[to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!

Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.

Tyler Durden: [to club owner] Ahhh... okay, okay, okay, I got it, I got it, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Club owner punches Tyler in the face]

Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publically state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. And send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press release staff. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we drive your ambulances. We connect your calls, we guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.

Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big.
[Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette]
Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch.

Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear.

Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living.

Tyler Durden: We are all part of the same compost heap.

Tyler Durden: Something on your mind, Dear?

Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar.

[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth] Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.

[of Marla] Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet.
 
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Loose lips sink ships, therefore I tell no one. I don't want to log onto this bitch one day only to find out it's been shut down do to someone I put on (or one of you talkative cats put on) got all offended by something someone said and called the M.I.B. and they came and shut this place down and waned everyone up in here. FUCK that. The BGOL url dies with me.
 
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