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Post by Marv on Nov 29, 2017 10:56:09 GMT
Imdb (to the tune of We Wish you a Merry Xmas)
We wish you would get the F out.
We wish you would get the F out.
We wish you would get the F out.
No more message boards.
Toxic community
your trolls and your spam
I can't deal, now get the F out.
Cuz we shut down your boards.
Our owner you see
He sits when he pees,
But you really must get the F out.
Cause there's no more message boards.
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Post by Marv on Nov 29, 2017 11:41:31 GMT
Do you hear what I hear (Nibiru)
Said the Herald to the heathen scum,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, sinning filth,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
Nibiru is well within our sight,
Imminent doom is our plight.
Said the Herald to the laughing boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, laughing boy,
do you hear what I hear
You saw my concern as conspiracy
Now everyone who doubted me
Is watching Nibiru crash into the sea
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Post by FilmFlaneur on Nov 29, 2017 13:04:37 GMT
Good King Erjen, sloshed, looked out
Eyes all red and bleary
When the snow lay round about
His face, as usual, leary.
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a spaceman came in sight,
Drinking winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, what drinks he?
Where and maybe his dwelling?"
"Sire, he travels ways from here;
He comes from Planet Nibiru!"
A claim revealing of Erjen's beer
And shows just what it can do.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2017 16:38:46 GMT
To the tune of “Hark the Harold Angels Sing” I wrote some lyrics for people familiar with Zizek’s work. It think most of it is understandable for others, though. Anyway, for the obscure references, (especially the “wheelbarrow” line), this link should help. Though you be so meek and mild, Be a master for a while. Worlds without minds make no sense; Minds bring better immanence. Meeting is the life of minds; Love and truth are its great finds, Not a gift from some fat elf, It’s the wheelbarrow itself. God is dead, now long live god; Arm us with your staff and rod. Capitalism’s a cheat; Lead us to its swift defeat. Contradictions through existence; To face them we need assistance. To those that would bring some light Help us keep up the good fight. |
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Post by cupcakes on Nov 29, 2017 19:37:55 GMT
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Post by drystyx on Nov 29, 2017 23:12:52 GMT
One that I seriously thought were the correct words, for the most part:
Maurice farts a lot, Maurice farts a lot, Maurice farts a lot, so tell Maurice not to fart so much.
I want a whiff of fresh air this Christmas! I want a whiff of fresh air the Christmas! I want a whiff of fresh air this Christmas to fill the bottom of my heart! (but the last word should be "lungs", and that always threw me off.)
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