Okay, based on the fun we've been having with the SCUNT, I thought it would be a hoot if, since we all already have our cameras out anyway, we played a round of truth or dare.... minus the truth-telling cop out. So it basically goes like this: Someone posts a dare, someone else gets evidence (photographic, or possibly a screenshot if it's like make twenty comics in a row) that they completed the dare and posts it here along with the next dare.

To start things off:

I dare ya to make a bogus picket sign (something like "unfair to strippers") and stand outside a store holding it.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

I'm definitely interested in this, but as someone who's goal in life is to be physically invisible, I'm waiting for something less noticeable.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Damn, I just paid for some Tobor.

you forgot to add your dare.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

Ok, here's the next dare: Go to a fastfood restaurant and spell out 'Stripcreator' on one of the tables in fries, and then next to it draw a picture of Tobor in ketchup with pickles (or something equally good) as eyes.  Get one good close up so we can see your handiwork and one further away so we can see it's a restaurant.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Gabe, you are totally my new hero.

Are there no McDonald's restaurants where you all live?

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Mediocrity at its most average.

"Restaraunt" is a pretty strong word to use for an estabilishment like McDonalds.

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peddling the funny around since 09/24/2002

I haven't forgotten about this.  Fuj doesn't know it but I'm going into his restaurant to take the shot...

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Please replace the handset, and try again.

He's taken the shot, already, Jes....

Into the clam chowder!!

Whee.

That last time I ordered clam chowder at the place, Fuj told me to meet him around back behind the dumpster in fifteen minutes. Worst 3 bucks I ever spent.

I was so stoked to make a picture of tobor with my fries when I was out at Wendy's... and then I realised I had forgotten a camera, and I can't send photos with my cell phone. Dangit.

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Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

You should have take a picture with your phone and then taken a picture of the picture on your phone. C'mon kitty, think!!!

I was going to do this the other day at Red Robin, but my son kept eating the TOBORfries.

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I has a flavor!

Smurph

MAN CHOWDER

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What others say about boorite!

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Please replace the handset, and try again.

Man, I want some BK now...

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Poop.

You were supposed to have ketchup smeared all over the table, not a tray. Putting it on a tray is taking the pussy way out. That's like, shit I don't know, someone picketing in front of an empty store. Only a colossal pussy would wimp out like that.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I was going to do the same thing... just because once you work in a restaurant, you know what's a real pain in the ass to clean up. Ketchup all over the table is one of those things.

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Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

You could always smear ketchup all over the table and then clean it up.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Ketchup on a table is only a pain to clean up if it has had time to dry on there.

I believe we're waiting for a dare, yes?

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Mediocrity at its most average.

I dare you to smear ketchup on a table and let it dry there.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Do you know how hard it was to open that fricking ketchup packet? I nearly broke a tooth.  BK suck. 

I dare you to stand in a line /queue of any kind, but preferably a bank, with a pair of underpants on your head.  No , in fact, I dare you to wear only a pair of boxers (preferably with hearts on them) and hold a beer bottle in your hand, in a queue/line.  Pants on head optional.  

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Please replace the handset, and try again.

And the Dare Thread comes to a screeching halt.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.