Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming? Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night, On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming? And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there. Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags, Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers, Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags, Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam, It's barely reflected in a polluted stream; 'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from? Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb Their blood is for oil to create more pollution. No refuge could save the McDonalds slave Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage: And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit In front of TVs with accute constapaion Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just, And this be our motto, "In money our trust" And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!
Happy 4th of July. Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming? Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night, On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming? And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there. Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags, Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers, Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags, Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam, It's barely reflected in a polluted stream; 'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from? Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb Their blood is for oil to create more pollution. No refuge could save the McDonalds slave Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage: And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit In front of TVs with accute constapaion Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just, And this be our motto, "In money our trust" And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!
A freind of mine was out on the piss one night and met Gareth Hunt (who was in The Avengers with Joanna Lumley) in a local Indian restaraunt. He was also off his face. Apparently, she used to take cocaine up her arse so as not to ruin her nose.
That's good then because I just bet this guy $10 I could drink a pint of guinness out of her vagina while she did a goatse impression. That pretty much covers it.
What a piece of work is a troll!
how noble in crapflooding!
how infinite in page widening!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in ascii-art like an anus!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world!
the paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
troll delights not me: no, nor karma whores neither,
though by your moderation you seem to say so.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this post of spork;
And all the mods that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious posts;
Our keyboards hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You crapflooders and page wideners, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing moderators,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
Slashdot Mirror
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming?
Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night,
On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming?
And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there.
Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags,
Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers,
Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags,
Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers
Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam,
It's barely reflected in a polluted stream;
'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from?
Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb
Their blood is for oil to create more pollution.
No refuge could save the McDonalds slave
Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage:
And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns
In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit
In front of TVs with accute constapaion
Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just,
And this be our motto, "In money our trust"
And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!
Mindless MS bashing - a truly great slashdot post.
That deserves some free advice:
If you have a suntan and a beard, try to avoid drinking 10 double-espressos and then boarding a plane for Washington today.
Happy 4th of July.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What a nation of queers and faggots ass-reaming?
Fat fucks with huge cars, watch the TV all night,
On the wrestling we saw, rednecks mindlessly screaming?
And the TV's blue glare, the farts bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night that our trailer's still there.
Oh, say, is that Shit-Spatterd Banner yet hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb?
On the screen, dimly seen thro' the piles of chip bags,
Oprah, Springer and Lake talking rubbish to losers,
Where the mega-corps pay, to elect closet fags,
Fascits, coke-heads, sex freaks, crooks and burglars and boozers
Now it catches the gleam of the headlight's first beam,
It's barely reflected in a polluted stream;
'Tis the Shit-Spattered Banner, How long has it hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
And what was that noise where did it come from?
Thats the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
Some ragheads, a wedding and a not so smart bomb
Their blood is for oil to create more pollution.
No refuge could save the McDonalds slave
Or the wetbacks who earn half the minimum wage:
And the shit-spattered banner, retards with a guns
In the land of the fat and the home of the dumb.
Oh, thus be it ever when fat men shall sit
In front of TVs with accute constapaion
Fat with pizza and chips, dulled by programs so shit
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, Exxon say that it's just,
And this be our motto, "In money our trust"
And the Shit-Spattered Banner in triumph is hung
O'er the land of the fat and the home of the dumb!
This is not offtopic. Lame, but not offtopic.
+2 Righteous
+514332 Correctly spelled unlike most posts.
So, now you have nothing to say at all.
Except of course pr0pz to th3 CLiT
Arse. That is all.
A freind of mine was out on the piss one night and met Gareth Hunt (who was in The Avengers with Joanna Lumley) in a local Indian restaraunt. He was also off his face. Apparently, she used to take cocaine up her arse so as not to ruin her nose.
This is today's interesting fact.
Hello, I'm Joanna Lumley.
Cool. I can make that. I'm about 5'8 180lbs with black hair and a goatee. I'll be wearing a .NET baseball cap.
13,254,991
If I ever meet you, I will KICK YOUR ASS.
Security hole found in Microsoft product
New piece of hardware released
New game released
Ask Slashdot: why can't I get laid?
Spam is bad
KDE version PI released
Interview with fat, smelly, bearded homosexual
That is all.
You were on your own.
If I was on-topic, I apologise.
BTW well done on the FP for the CLiT.
That's good then because I just bet this guy $10 I could drink a pint of guinness out of her vagina while she did a goatse impression. That pretty much covers it.
Hell, some spam I get might actually be for things I want. Sadly, I don't read or speak Japanese so I'll never know about the free bukakke porn.
Any true nerd would know that it's spelled "hello, world\n". You lose. Now turn off your computer and go out and read K&R.
Sorry - I was in the pub.
I must post faster. I will never win.
What a piece of work is a troll!
how noble in crapflooding!
how infinite in page widening!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in ascii-art like an anus!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world!
the paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
troll delights not me: no, nor karma whores neither,
though by your moderation you seem to say so.
That's all the Shakespeare you're getting today.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this post of spork;
And all the mods that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious posts;
Our keyboards hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
You have lost. The CLIT wins. Now go outside and play.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You crapflooders and page wideners, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing moderators,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!