mourn the deletion of Marmotry :(

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Ode to an Asshat

I’ll always have a special place
for dear asshats and tarts.
She went outside one rainy night
And dipped her hinder parts
Into a puddle filled with mud
And filled it up with farts.
Her hubby held her hands
to keep her balance, bless their hearts.
Tartsy was the one who gave me
My 1000th cheer.
I gathered up an army of
The distant and the near.
We struck like lighnting,
Bombing Tartsy, but she had no fear.
I think the bombs inspired dear Tarts
To dip in mud her rear.
Her goals—some wise, some funny,
And some poignant—always vary.
She throws some lurid things in too
Which keeps some readers wary.
But Tarts is Tarts and what the
Others think, she does not care-y.
I’m just glad that she’s the one
Who popped my cheerbomb cherry.
(Just to clarify, Rouenpucelle,
She bombed me first.
But once I had a taste of that
I had to slake my thirst.
So when my thousandth came along,
I thought I’d do my worst.
So I dropped bombs like cheesy rhymes
Get dropped down by Fred Durst.
(Tania was the alias
Of kidnapped Patty Hearst.)
If I don’t stop these rhymes
I fear my time here will be cursed.
I’ll rhyme and rhyme and rhyme and rhyme
Til my appendix burst.
And then I’ll rest, recline supine,
And let my wound be nursed.

Awwww hell no! I knew it was inevitable based on his new chapter but I must admit to being completely saddened by the loss of my friend. He wasn’t just a shimmy machine, he was a beautiful man who taught me a lot.

I’ll miss ya big guy! =(

he said he couldn’t do the marmot thing any more.

I kinda liked the grey scale 80808 thing…
he’s on facebook, and that’s better than nothing :)

why did he go and do that then?

I know he had kind of turned into a bit of a pixelly thing, well not him, his avatar, but I thought it was just a phase.

I wish he had just kind of disappeared for a while instead of deleting, just because he had some of the most legendary entries and threads on here.

Well, maybe it’s a new chapter in his life, I can kind of understand that. I hope that he is smiling. Maybe laughing out loud a little bit…
;)

How else will I get cheer #54321?

where did you go?
:(