This morning, in an apparent act of Internet suicide, Baierman ceased posting on the greatest pop culture blog on the planet, yesbutnobutyes.com.
Baierman was a devoted follower of YBNBY since 2005. Contradictor since October 2007's Unibrow Nation.
Authorities believe he downed a lethal cocktail of Steak Cakes, Baconucopia, Beer History, 80s Metal Ballad's and Banana Art.
(Use our search bar to find these gems.)
There was no suicide note. Only Toilet Iconography.
Baierman's Obituary continues...
Goodbye, Baierman?
Foul play is not suspected. Unfortunately.
Although Police are questioning white people with gang signs. It appears Baierman believed God is everywhere and this obsession may have made him Watch Movies Backwards.
He may also have been determined to find the real fork stealer.
At the time of his passing. Baierman was 2 and 1/2 years old. (Blog years.)
Or 36.
Or, judging by the content he posted daily, 14.
Snarky. Immature. Political. Provocative. Funny. And frequently NSFW, Baierman is survived by over 1425 posts, Polls, Top Ten Lists, Viral Videos, Where Are They Now, Caption Competition, For the Love of Bacon, Streets have Bad Names, Boob Cakes, and loads of other completely irreverent YBNBY content.
When reached for comment his friend, mentor and fellow contradictor Scaramouch muttered, "Check the Rape Tunnel." (search that too)
A memorial will be held in his honor by Echowood, Johnny Wright, Scaramouch, Evil Rich, Big Dickus, Miss Cellania, Jeem, Leonardo Carvalho, Dave, Tim, Vicky, Evangeline, Saracastic One, JediJeff, E, G, Uncle Putts, Brother Bill, Sheriff Pablo, EffenIDontCare, Frank the Tank, Alex, Jonnie Walker, Chad "You wank your blog like it's your legacy," Ben Lurkin, Jimbo, Jeni Gump, SalMoIlla, Phatlard and other members of the Loyal 77.
Ms. Baierman will not be in attendance, as she happy not to have to compete with YBNBY for attention anymore.
Services will be held over at The Desonesto doctrine. (Bookmark this site now.)
Eulogy delivered by Thomas. Lover of leo mom, Deacon of Beer Church and the most delicious homemade jerky.
Loyal 77 members are asked to spend today drinking beer, eating bacon and discussing nicknames for the penis.
In place of condolence cards, please follow twitter.com/baierman.
Breakfast Links will still be served! HERE.
Baierman leaves behind great memories and plenty of sketchy content and grammatical errors for you to enjoy. Hopefully future employers and offspring will never see it.
Upon opening his last will and testament, Baierman recalls wanting to teach everyone How to make Bread Squares. And so, once more...
Thanks for your support folks.
This is only the end of YesButNoButYes. Not the end of me.
Best,
Baierman


My life is now complete, I got mentioned by name on YBNBY and it wasn't in a Caption Competition!
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
- Soren Kierkegaard
Thanks B-Man, see you on TDD
Almost brings a tear to my eye.........just finding out the Bread Squares video will still survive.
I will be giving a reading from "Fart Proudly" by Benjamin Franklin at the wake. Bring a box of tissues.
I think I'll miss your posts most of all Baierman.
Thanks all! I had a blast here.
And all of you made it possible.
How come I have seen the death clock reset to an hour to go 3 times now?
Is the site not dead?
This may have something to do with living down under, Frank...
Keep the faith BMan. Thanks for kicking ass.
Hey baierman, thanks for pimpin my shit and the ghetto basket. Keep it real.
What? No "you like me. you reallllllly like me"?
Baierman, I've come to adore you. Corny, but true. I will continue to stalk you on twitter. That is all I have to say about that.
And so, it is down to bacon. Good luck, and good night.
Thanks Leo, Sal, Vicky, Effen, Frank, Ben, J. Walker.
See you at the reunion!
E, you are hilarious.
Baier, best of luck. Thanks for keeping me entertained and stocked up on candy cigarettes.
You are the man.
Dave.
Ha! I forgot about my candy cig giveaway. Memories...
Thx Dave. Meet you over at Desonesto.com?
I like the Thumbs Up/ Thumbs Down on the tombstone. That's some philosophical shit there.