In the spirit of the impending PTP, I offer this expression to all the people that will decline the option of membership. It is sung to the tune of “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers” by Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond
*You don’t flame my troll posts
You don’t respond to my threads
You never talk to me anymore
When I log onto the boards
At the end of the day
I remember when
You couldn’t wait to logon
You used to hate to logoff
Now after reading me late at night
You want to post but your wallet is light
Will you just click over and go post at Snopes?
And you don’t flame my troll posts…anymore
It used to be so natural
To talk about forever
But user fees aren’t just talk anymore
Ed will show you the door
‘Till you break down and pay
Baby I’ll remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh
And I learned how to cry
Well I learned how to felch
And I learned how to lie
So you think I could learn
How to tell you good-bye
'Cause you don’t say you need me
You don’t flame my troll posts
And you don’t respond to my threads…anymore*
Heck, after PTP goes into effect, the administration could secretly give me the go ahead to troll…and I’d probably be able to lure in some lurkers. They’d pay to post to argue with me and call me names I betcha. I’d be a cash cow.
Good job Otto. I like that verse.
Homeslice, I loved your comment. Made me smile and laugh. It also gave me the urge to post a soccer troll…but I fought it off.
Sheesh. I’ve mellowed. I can’t even motivate myself to bring up controversial topics anymore. I recently considered some posts or threads in GD concerning a university study that seemed to conclude that prayer might have affected the success rate of invitro fertilization. I also almost posted about US Intelligence recently hiring Remote Viewers. But heck, I just can’t seem to get up for it…ya know? Besides, I haven’t seen much of DavidB lately, so what fun would it be anyway?
To the rest of you: Thanks for the comments on my stupid little song.
Can hardly believe none of the ones who can has yet to do a parody to the tune of “What do you do if you’re branded?” Substitute “banned” for “branded,” of course.
