I was cucking Rowan
Down at a place called 4chan
With a girl named MY WIFE Sage
When in walked a jan
With a ban in his hand
And he was looking for underage.
He said, "Hey there fellow,
With the pink colored channel,
What you tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my general there
And I'm a jan who cares
And this might be all for (You)."

I said, "Excuse me."

I was scared and fearing for my thread.
I was shakin' like Whiteleaf on a tree.
'Cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, moot,
Pointin' that ban at me.
Oh "Wait a minute, anon,
I didn't even want her.
Don't wan no trabble with (You).
And I know (You) don't owe me
But I wish (You)'d let me
Ask one reply from (You)."

"Oh, won't (You) give me three posts,
Gimme three posts a-anon,
Gimme three posts towards the board?
Gimme three posts
Gimme three posts a-anon,
And (You)'ll never see a-me no more
For sure."

Well the crowd coomed away
And I began to pray
And the OP fell on the floor.
And I'm telling (You) troll,
Well, it ain't no stroll
Staring straight down a three-day-er.
Well he turned and screamed at MY WIFE Sage
And that's the break I was looking for.
And (You) could hear me screaming an archive away
As I was headed out towards the board.

"Oh, won't (You) give me three posts,
Gimme three posts a-anon,
Gimme three posts towards the board?
Gimme three posts
Gimme three posts a-anon,
And (You)'ll never see a-me no more."

Show me the blue board.

>Gimme Three Steps, Lynyrd Skynyrd