At risk of being Moultonized (feel free to tarpit or lounge-iate)




Jim Croce's Heavenly Musings About WP



You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim


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If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
That I've wasted away
Reading puff that is from FT2


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OTRS, could you help explain this call?
You see the number you gave me didn't get you last time.
My BIO's what-the-hay, and it says that I am gay
And they said they would fix it, but I don't see it.

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the ticket if you can find it
So I can tell them I'm straight and to show
I've fixed my own BIO, I've learned to laugh it off
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels.

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He was bad, bad Jimbo Wales
Madder that his org could make no sales,
Badder than old king kong
And worse if it involved his schlong

I demand a rematch.

Milton and I deserve to know which of us writes the more atrocious Jim Croce song parodies.

No Contest —

Jim Croce wrote the most atrocious Jim Croce song parodies.

Take it to the Lounge, you Lizas.

Jon

Jim Croce was a good man.

So was Harry Chapin; perhaps even better. But this did not prevent the inevitable outcome when he got in front of a truck going much faster than he was in his VW, and thus experienced the feeling of being 30,000 lbs of (mashed) bananas. So let us hope for Cla68. But I'm preparing various parodies to commemorate the event, however it turns out.

Indeed you do... but do the rest of us?