If you don't know the original song, watch first: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKu2QaytmrM - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKu2QaytmrM

Razgriz, Nuclear, four accounts within a year
Ghost Rider, 357, plus a couple more.

Johnny Hopper, BooksAndLeaves, Mehs and Mephistopholes
Nintendo Wiis, PS3s, Xbox and its Cores

Gatyraids, Patrick's dead, Reb will always lock the thread
Stealth's photos, Pezzer's plane, stencils done by Choop.

Bravecoward, Sporx the chick, something's wrong with peebee's dick,
“I'M SO METAL AMIRITE!? LET'S ALL SHOOP DA WOOP!”

CHORUS
We didn't crash the server
There's no need to blame us
Or to try to shame us
We didn't crash the server
No we tried to hack it
But we couldn't crack it

Republicans and democrats, always getting into spats,
Health care, war on terror, each day a new debate.

Smoking weed, gun control, arguments are how we roll,
GoodSmitty, BadSmitty, always show up late.

GI JOE has got a SON, NotDaveEllis bought a gun
Post your picture yet again, Pedobear approved.

JohnnyHopper, Styro Folme, DeTrevni's got a new home
Making fun of bowl cuts, “Thread has been removed”

CHORUS

Gatyr's ridden like a bike, U S A F get's a strike,
Turns out he's not really gay, his account was hacked.

Ken Majors, mbro, where the hell did those guys go,
Doesn't matter anyway, they'll come crawling back.

Snake posts, Linus speaks, someone mentions “LOL 2 WEEKS!”
Swapping awesome stories about cleaning out latrines.

Evil Elvis, Kristofer, I'm sure there must be several more,
“We're not in the army, we're United States Marines.”

CHORUS

Old posters with new names, (all of you just lost the game)
Tae Kwon Do is MBD, Susan Storm is Clark.

Hookahs, chew and Salvia, posting pictures of your car
Videos from YouTube, funny stories linked from Fark.

PCF and Da Hui, BARREL BREAK and ProDigY,
SuperXero, Brihard, Kickinwing just tries too hard

CHORUS

High Voltage, Hades, Gatyr and his ladies,
Carl the sniper, Funky, Darur, You Wont See Me
Reb Cpl, Rambino, Rock Slide, Enos,
hwayhzrd, SandMan, KRL's in Afghanistan.

Reifdom, Glass Jaw, Zesty, Skillet, Hairball,
FAIL stamp, Something Awful, lollerskates, roflbrothel,
Brand new PBC, this is T&O not /b/!
IF YOU HAVE A FEMALE FRIEND WE DEMAND THE NUDEZ OR SHENS!

CHORUS

We didn't crash the server
But when we are gone
T&O lives on, and on, and on, and on...

Dye Playa wrote: Snake6 wrote: *Stealth* wrote: As for a re-write off... That would be epic.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-search, lone and weary,
Onto many a site and server where I had not been before,
While I waited, window loading, with a deep sense of foreboding,
At this site whose name proclaimed “Hot teen lesbian hardcore”.
" 'Tis some firewall," I muttered, "simply lagging down the port;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, the ports I had configured, one night when I felt invigored,
And each separate sole connection proclaimed what was next in store.
Eagerly I wished it speedy; for my libido was needy,
From my overarching sorrow, sorrow for my lost amour,.
For the strong and frightening spectre of my single man’s amour,
Unfulfilled forevermore.

And the silken Kleenex tissue sat there waiting for my issue
Thrilled me--- with fantastic notions of smut I’d not seen before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some firewall retarding access through my router’s ports,
Some small setting that’s upsetting file access through my ports.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my need grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
’Refresh’ clicked I, and I muttered “load damned site, I do implore;
But the fact is, I await, my smut before it gets too late,
And so desperately I feel this site, I really must explore,
That I scarce was sure it loading, pixels squeezing through the port;---
Small red ‘X’ and nothing more.

Deep into the pixels peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no surfer ever dared to dream before;
But the screen it was unbroken, and my browser gave no token,
And the only action taken was I clicked ‘Refresh’ once more,
"hardcore?", This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"hardcore" Merely this, and nothing more.

I saw activity lights blinking, as my mind continued thinking,
Soon again ‘twas loading, loading faster than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something wrong with my connection.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the ports, and nothing more."

Opened up configuration, settings, port block activation,
In there were a slew of options, how the Web I would explore.
Not the smallest difference made it; my desired sites, forbade it;
But with greater user friendliness than version 1.4.
Still it stalled on loading, alas I could not explore,
Small red X and nothing more.

Then this server sat beguiling, and I was no longer smiling,
At this site I’d often surf at least an hour a day or more,
"Though thy bandwidth I be hogging, and your access server’s logging,
Ever futile desperate effort I’ve yet made here to explore.
Tell me what the simple fix is that thy site I may explore."
Quoth the server, "404."

Much I marvelled this ungainly server putting it so plainly,
Though its answer held frustration, and it stood to be a bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever failed to enjoy seeing what this server had in store,
Sick old men and desperate loners sat there fondling their boners,
’Til such errors, "404."

But the server, sitting lonely in some warehouse, displayed only
That one code, as if its owner in that taunting did outpour.
Nothing further then it uttered; hardly seeming scorned or fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other porn I’ve watched before;
On the morrow I’ll find others, as my ‘net has crashed before."
Browser taunting, "404."

Irritated I sat weary, with my eyelids low and weary,
"Surely," said I, "what the site held was undoubtedly a bore,
Run by some unhappy master, his apartment a disaster
His computer running faster, than it did while in the store,---
While his sole, sick satisfaction is dominatrix fetish porn
Until "Error - 404"

But the server kept on foiling all my efforts, all my toiling,
Angry as I banged my keyboard, paced in fury ‘round the floor;
Then, into my chair a’sinking, I betook myself to linking
Blogs and journals to his server, so his bandwidth I could whore--
Guaranteeing for eternity what I had seen before
Server screaming, “404”

Thus I sat engaged in musing, whether porn I’d be perusing
Or perhaps, some later date for lo, tonight it seemed a chore;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the seat’s dark leather lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
Whose darkened leather lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
But it was not to last, be sure!

Then, it seems, I felt more lonely, solitary, old and homely,
Cursed by fate to lack sharp wit or character unlike a boor.
"Damn," I cried, "thy server broken – “404” thy nonsense spoken
Give me respite---please allow me to thy directories explore!
Damn, oh damn this server broken, all I ask is to explore!"
Quoth the server, “404”

"Dammit!” said I, "thing of evil!--server still, not chip but devil!
Whether tempter made, or temptress hosted here forevermore,
Disconsolate, yet undaunted, browser holding me enchanted--
On this site by error haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there benefit to waiting?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the server, “404"

"Dammit!” said I, "thing of evil!--server still, not chip but devil!
By the ISPs that host us--by that smut we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow broken, if, whether error here is token,
Of all I should encounter if the ‘web I still explore---
Is this all to be presented should the ‘web I still explore?
Quoth the server “404”"

"Then let this error be our parting" I stood screaming, stood upstarting--
"Damned be you and all thine smut that I had deigned to try explore!
Leave not mark upon my history nor one popup once you’ve missed me!
As my fury made me throw my monitor upon the floor,
Quit thy mocking of my lonely desperation, porno for."
Quoth the server, "404"

And the server, never thinking, still is blinking, still is blinking
On the monitor which at the end I’d knocked onto the floor;
And it faces to the corner where I’m huddled, quite befuddled.
As the soft white glow projects my foetal shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!