Many of you won't remember Bentan but he was a member here who could amuse, confuse, and piss people off..........but he was also a very kind and wonderful person. No he hasn't died, but in memory of him being here I am going to post a blog that he posted a long time ago.............I think its still fitting today.........So Benny..........where ever you are.........this one is for you...........
(and yep I am being a blog hog today............lol)
Originally Titled: Hotel California Composed By: The Eagles Butchered by Bentan for nefarious purposes.
On a dark internet highway, bits streamin' through my DSL Rancid smell of phish n' spam, rising up through AOL Up there on Google, I spied an enticing link My 'nads grew urgent as my wits grew dim I had to pull over for some kink There she stood in the doorway I heard horndogs running pell-mell And I was thinking to myself, This could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she offered me some fool's gold and she showed me how to pay There were voices down in the chat room, I thought I heard them say ...
Welcome to the Hotel Adultmatchdoctor Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of profiles at the Hotel Adultmatchdoctor Any kind of sex, can be had for free
Her mind is a hollow grave, she's got a gaudy painted face She's got a lot of ass-kissin' boys, eyes smeared over with glaze How they dance in the blogs and forums, sweet verbal play. Some dance to get pissed on, some dance to roll in her hay
So I called up Da Bear, Please bring me my mail He said, "We haven't had that server up since the Titanic set sail" And still those Sirens beckon from your backwater drain, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear their sultry refrain ...
Welcome to the Hotel Adultmatchdoctor Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel Adultmatchdoctor Loads of sex-crazed nymphs, bring your credit card
Adult theater on the blogs, Emerald kudos at their feet And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own conceit" And in the bulletins backstage, They switch their guns to rock-and-roll They impale it with their bayonets, But they just can't kill the troll
Last thing I remember, I was Reaching for the back-button I had to find the passage out To the page I was first on "Relax," said the Beach Ball, We are programmed to receive. You can cancel any time you like, but you can never leave!
We who remember you Ben, remember you fondly.
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