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Journal Journal: The PLP/PWP Theme Song

The PLP/PWP Theme Song, by Frank White
(sung to the tune of "Three's Company")

Come and look at our trolls
Come and look at our trolls
Slashdot org is our host
Slashdot org is our host
And you'll see an annoying comment called
Page Lengthening Post!

When I'm reading this site
When I'm reading this site
This upsets me the most
This upsets me the most
Cuz it makes all the pages hard to read
Page Widening Post!

You'll raise your threshold to zero and email Taco real soon!

Now let's all raise a toast
Now let's all raise a toast
Page Lengthening Post!

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Journal Journal: The Night Before Goatse

I've decided to post every troll song I find here. So, courtesy of this Anonymous Coward, here's the Night Before Goatse.

        'Twas the night before Goatse, when all through the house
Not a penis was stirring, not even with mouth;
The Giver was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
        The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads;
And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack.
When up in my anus there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter.
Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.

The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow
Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!

With a little old driver, so lively and quickse,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY!
To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall!
Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"

As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The moaning and pawing of each little poof.
As I drew in my ass, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.

He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit;
A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;

The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was a bit smelly,
He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds,
He layed a big log right under my nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a fucking great missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

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Journal Journal: IP Banned! 1

Well, my karma whoring has temporarily come to an end. Somebody didn't like my last post, and went back through my history and modded everything down to 0 or -1. In a span of 2 hours (from when I left work to when I next logged on from home) my karma went from 4 to -14. It's now at -16, and I can no longer post story comments from this IP. Which means neither can anyone else behind my company's firewall who doesn't have sufficient karma. I wonder which editor it was who did it....

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