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(guess which record was played at the end of the night at my local drinking emporium tonight...?)
I met a guy who sang of Scoop,
And asked him for some real hot poop,
But he smiled and walked away.
And I logged into the sacred site,
Where I could talk a load of shite,
But the browser said my drivel wouldn't play.
And on the net, the fartbots screamed,
As the flooders crapped and the trollers dreamed,
But not a word was spoken,
The URL was broken.
And the sites I recommend to you,
Such as AQ, and SRU,
They said 'Goodbye, That's it, Adieu',
The day, that Sco-oop died.
So Bye, bye, Mr Sporkian Pie.
Drove my imac to the trollpac but the trollin' was dry.
And went to the fridge, and grabbed a mince pie,
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.
(well soon, if I dont give the VRB a rest)
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No thanks, I would not like sugar with my cornflakes
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