“I have to get in thirty or so more posts so I can hit the imaginary quota of 50 you’ve given me.”
Oh EnderWiggins you haven’t been keeping track of your work. Here is a link to the results of your trolling excuse me toiling.
http://www.freerepublic.com/tag/by:enderwiggins/index?tab=comments;brevity=full;options=no-change
Sung to the tune Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford.
http://popup.lala.com/popup/792915048699969246
I am still working on it but here is a beginning maybe some other freepers can add a few verses and email them to me.
Some people say a troll is stuffed full of crud
I’m living in my mom’s basement and my life is a dud
Typing and talking on my I-phone
A post thats a-weak and then back to my bong
You write fifty posts and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh Mama don’t you call me cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Obama my bro
I was born one morning when the modem was down
I picked up my I-phone and took the bus into town
I typed out sixteen pages of lefty prime slime
The troll boss said “Well look at the time
You write fifty posts and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh Mama don’t you call me cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Obama my bro
If you wrote that, you’re pretty good. The Sanity Squad needs to save you!
parsy, who says a mind is a terrible thing to waste