Con
December 25th, 2009, 03:28 AM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
The only members posting had stayed up for the night;
The avatars were jolly, the sigs were too,
Everyone participated except a few jews;
Freelancer was nestled all smug in his bed,
While visions of monitors danced in his head;
And out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
'lancer sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
"It better not be snowing, I shoveled all day!
Everyone knows I think snow's really gay;"
Out on the lawn he saw a snowman with a sign,
It said, "Freelancer stop posting and please don't you whine;"
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, "my posting ain't shitty,"
He glared at the message signed "Mod a City;"
Back on the forums, the Australians are posting,
Complaining about the weather and how they're all roasting;
This heat wave is unnatural! The governments at fault,
I'll see you guys later, I'm going to hide in my vault;
ATTN: Bod, wake up and smell the dirt,
There are certain advantages to wearing a shirt;
First of all, I know you're a proud male,
But please understand, you're not Saxton Hale;
Over in quick crit, some noob's posting work,
If you want a nice reply, use shot tags you jerk;
Snafuhrer rolls in and surveys the scene,
You've got no hope in hell, that model's obscene!
"Just follow these steps, it's okay if you're new,"
"That's not a tutorial, that's just telling me what to do;"
Inferno comes by and says, "get good or get lost,"
"I wouldn't be suprised if you did that with eyes crossed,"
"Your all assholes, i wont do what im told!"
His mistake was clear: that noob just got trolled;
Don't debate with Kyon, it doesn't matter how deep you delve,
From experience I know it ends with "lol what are you twelve?"
Now my bed calls and rhyming gets boring,
"I'm gettin kinda tired and I'll see you in the morning."
The only members posting had stayed up for the night;
The avatars were jolly, the sigs were too,
Everyone participated except a few jews;
Freelancer was nestled all smug in his bed,
While visions of monitors danced in his head;
And out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
'lancer sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
"It better not be snowing, I shoveled all day!
Everyone knows I think snow's really gay;"
Out on the lawn he saw a snowman with a sign,
It said, "Freelancer stop posting and please don't you whine;"
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, "my posting ain't shitty,"
He glared at the message signed "Mod a City;"
Back on the forums, the Australians are posting,
Complaining about the weather and how they're all roasting;
This heat wave is unnatural! The governments at fault,
I'll see you guys later, I'm going to hide in my vault;
ATTN: Bod, wake up and smell the dirt,
There are certain advantages to wearing a shirt;
First of all, I know you're a proud male,
But please understand, you're not Saxton Hale;
Over in quick crit, some noob's posting work,
If you want a nice reply, use shot tags you jerk;
Snafuhrer rolls in and surveys the scene,
You've got no hope in hell, that model's obscene!
"Just follow these steps, it's okay if you're new,"
"That's not a tutorial, that's just telling me what to do;"
Inferno comes by and says, "get good or get lost,"
"I wouldn't be suprised if you did that with eyes crossed,"
"Your all assholes, i wont do what im told!"
His mistake was clear: that noob just got trolled;
Don't debate with Kyon, it doesn't matter how deep you delve,
From experience I know it ends with "lol what are you twelve?"
Now my bed calls and rhyming gets boring,
"I'm gettin kinda tired and I'll see you in the morning."