Sin Studly
07-27-2006, 04:23 AM
So gather round ye children
And listen to my epic tale
The tale of a worthless moaning fuck
The size of a blue whale
The tale of a guy who wanted
To get the fuck away from here
So I guess it's a fucking wonder
He doesn't fucking disappear
For he is a fat crybaby
And all he ever does is whine
Unsolicited he doth recite
The worn-out party line
"TripBoy gets the attention
His ego you all stroke
Man this shitty forum is
A stupid shitty joke"
So I guess it stands to reason
And I guess we wonder why
Fat Joey doesn't leave this place
Or better yet ; just die
For it seems nobody likes him
And he sure likes none of us
But maybe he can't leave his house
Because he's the size of a bus
So hark to the tale of Joey
And fill your hearts with scorn
Show your disgust and your contempt
For old "Admiral Aragorn"
It's time to raise the gangplank
And send this mollusc on his way
Cause this place makes him so miserable
He's got no fucking reason to stay
So hark ye now my children,
And have ware of the seas,
For when the salty spray subsides,
The scent of lard is in the breeze,
For he slumbers like the Kraken,
Down within the briny deep,
And bursts out unexpectedly,
To have another fucking weep,
So repel this sea-vagina,
And cut him but little slack,
And speak ye not of football games,
Lest ye attract him back,
For on vicarious living,
Is what this monster feeds,
Whilst he gorges on his pork rinds,
In his mind he plays for Leeds,
But those of ye with derring-do,
And nerves of hardest steel,
Step foward to man the starboard aft,
Put ballast in the keel,
Raise anchor and the top-sail
And leave behind the land-lubber
For we'll hunt the Great Whining Whale
And we'll render him for blubber
So hark to the tale of Joey
And fill your hearts with scorn
Show your disgust and your contempt
For old "Admiral Aragorn"
It's time to raise the gangplank
And send this mollusc on his way
Cause this place makes him so miserable
He's got no fucking reason to stay
And listen to my epic tale
The tale of a worthless moaning fuck
The size of a blue whale
The tale of a guy who wanted
To get the fuck away from here
So I guess it's a fucking wonder
He doesn't fucking disappear
For he is a fat crybaby
And all he ever does is whine
Unsolicited he doth recite
The worn-out party line
"TripBoy gets the attention
His ego you all stroke
Man this shitty forum is
A stupid shitty joke"
So I guess it stands to reason
And I guess we wonder why
Fat Joey doesn't leave this place
Or better yet ; just die
For it seems nobody likes him
And he sure likes none of us
But maybe he can't leave his house
Because he's the size of a bus
So hark to the tale of Joey
And fill your hearts with scorn
Show your disgust and your contempt
For old "Admiral Aragorn"
It's time to raise the gangplank
And send this mollusc on his way
Cause this place makes him so miserable
He's got no fucking reason to stay
So hark ye now my children,
And have ware of the seas,
For when the salty spray subsides,
The scent of lard is in the breeze,
For he slumbers like the Kraken,
Down within the briny deep,
And bursts out unexpectedly,
To have another fucking weep,
So repel this sea-vagina,
And cut him but little slack,
And speak ye not of football games,
Lest ye attract him back,
For on vicarious living,
Is what this monster feeds,
Whilst he gorges on his pork rinds,
In his mind he plays for Leeds,
But those of ye with derring-do,
And nerves of hardest steel,
Step foward to man the starboard aft,
Put ballast in the keel,
Raise anchor and the top-sail
And leave behind the land-lubber
For we'll hunt the Great Whining Whale
And we'll render him for blubber
So hark to the tale of Joey
And fill your hearts with scorn
Show your disgust and your contempt
For old "Admiral Aragorn"
It's time to raise the gangplank
And send this mollusc on his way
Cause this place makes him so miserable
He's got no fucking reason to stay