Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pr0n surfed, weak and weary
Over many a strange and spurious pr0nsite of ‘hot XXX galore’
While I clicked my fav’rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
“’tis not possible!”, I muttered “give me back my free hardcore!”
Quoth the server,
404
*applause*
That’s excellent!
Danke. Wish i could take credit for it but I only found it online. 🙂
found some more…
For many a quaint and curious website of X-rated lore
Found the server nearly napping
http replies a-slacking
Though my loins were filled with burning, yearning for a teenage whore
And as I paused awhile in hope that service be restored –
….Quoth the server, “404.”
I resisted strange and lurid websites of hot sex galore,
But my curiosity grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I gave in and clicked the link to see what waited there in store.
And with the clicking, came the ticking, of the page that was no more
…..Quoth the server, “404”
sporfle!
You owe me a monitor. =)
That is AWESOME. Mind if I steal it?
Like I said, its not mine – but feel free!
Alas,
I can never hear “Quoth the raven, ‘nevermore’ ” (or any variation thereof) without hearing it as voiced by Homer and Bart…
“Quoth the raven, ‘Eat my shorts'”
=D
Not exactly, but I like it. 😀
I must