What is your favorite way to goon?

[Sillyclown]

Mine personally is stealing purses from old ladies and going around town whisteling and snaping my fingers.

 

[Farsided]

Near the bunker in the Woods, it's more challenging but nobody's going to bother you in a mine field.

 

[Jason Wynn]

I’m not a brain dead zoomer faggot who speaks in niggerbabble. If I want to jack off, I’ll do it in the shower. Gooning sounds retarded

 

[Daddy's Angry Juice]

i like it when the boss tells me what to do, it frees my mind up and i can really appreciate the gooning, it's also a nice bonding experience.

 

[Cat tit bingo]

I do it while wearing a black beanie a thin eye mask and a black and white sweater, for what I do, what ever da boss ask.

 

[Penis Drager 2.0]

The boss wanted a private island with a volcano and shit but we had to settle for the Antarctic pyramid. The laser orcas are way more badass than the laser sharks he initially ordered at least.

 

[Agamemnon Busmalis]

Prefer a gallon of Sauvignon Blanc.

 

[GameratePTSD]

I like trying to pull of a heist for diamonds or something and being thwarted by crafty animals or traps made from children's toys. Once I dedicated a significant portion of my life trying to steal a 10 year old boy's pet mouse, that was cool.

 

[dick brain]

I like to mag dump a handgun near but not directly at someone and then angrily throw it at them.

 

[Nicholas Gur]

I'm personally fond of standing right behind the boss and putting emphasis on his monologues when he addresses people.

 

[Town Drunk]

I worked for Killer Croc for a few weeks, he threw a big rock at Batman, best temp job ever.

 

[Core Theorist]

I help da boss make all thems contraptions, I'm something of an expert on making all the novelty traps and robotic duplicates you see running around!

 

[biglurker]

The politically correct term is "hench"

 

[Uncle Phil]

I start with a beverage made of Swiss chocolate and the tears of Brits upset over the ruling that troons aren't women. (Not the tears of the actual troons though, they contain hormones and taste of their parents' disappointment, would ruin the drink.)

Fueled, I beat off to JKR photos and then ship her another cupful of premium skeet. She drinks the semen after adding Swiss chocolate to it and finally ships me back some of the tears she collects from the cutest but most retarded local lefty girls.

 

[SSj_Ness (Yiffed)]

I like to keep it traditional. First, I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to do some light stretching and mentally prepare myself for the day’s goonery.

After suiting up in the standard-issue black slacks and tucked-in polo—mob logo tastefully embroidered over the heart—I head to the warehouse. From there, it’s mostly standing in strategic corners, nodding silently, and occasionally adjusting my earpiece even though it's not connected to anything. Around noon we engage in synchronized intimidation walks, followed by a late lunch where everyone suspiciously eats sandwiches in total silence. The highlight of my day is dramatically opening unmarked crates and pretending I know what’s inside.

It’s not glamorous, but it’s honest gooning. And at the end of the day, I just love gooning with the boys.

 

[peachlover669]

 

[Ventrue]

Hanging out with the other goons in a powder blue Nissan Stanza, strategising on how we will win the Stanley Cup.

 

[Staticness]

I wait for the wife to go shopping, then pull up the Pete Meat collection (I pirated it off redtube like 10 years ago) to have some fun.
The hardest part, really, is keeping a straight face when I’m standing around looking intimidating and there’s half-hearted moans and ridiculous dialogue delivered in the most deadpan manner in my earpiece.

 

[DankSmoker]

Inna warehouse playin poker waitin for boss.

 

[Laburnum]

I like to hit the streets with three of my fellow goons and then we sing about how we coulda been anything that we wanted to be.