My apologies to Don McLean, and my thanks to dem bones.

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how this website used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those noders dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while...

But April Trolls Day made me shiver
With every /msg I'd deliver
Bad trolls in the catbox
Talking of big black cocks
I can't remember if I cried
When I saw there is nowhere to hide
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

Oh my, is it that DMan guy?
Maybe Stile and his project
Let us wondering why
Or are they Gods drinking whiskey and rye,
Screwing around and always getting high,
Laughing so hard they will die

Love Sophanda on the bus
Why worry about all the fuss?
If dannye tells you so
Do you believe in node 'n troll
Can redboot save your mortal soul
And can you teach me to be 1337 real slow...

jesicapierce had lost an 's'
While still retaining her hot ass
I knew that this, too, shall pass
The day the music died...


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