This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Greatest Song in the World, All right!
It was The Greatest Song in the World, All right!
It was the best muthafuckin' song,
The greatest song in the world.
-Tenacious D
So, this post is a tribute to the post that shall never be. I wrote it, and it was good. It was pithy and to the point. It was based on fact. No names were used. Not even gender was identified.
It was prurient. It was deviant. It was disgusting. It was true. It was hilarious.
I had to delete it. (But not before sending it to the person that it was about. That person knows who they are. That person is a filthy drunken pervert.) Suprisingly, even I have limits...
Somehow, through all of the layers of secrecy and annonymity, many of you would know exactly who I was writing about, and the lounge is not about telling other people's humiliating secrets. (As much as it's killing me not to do so.)
(I mean, really, this was some seriously funny, but insanely fucked-up, shit.)
So, here's to the post that will not be,
And the embarrasment averted.
Here's to the secret that shall stay hidden.
Here's to the drunk and perverted!
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You wrote up a tribute to yourself?
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't that embarrassing. It was just comical and disgusting.
ReplyDeleteWas it worthy of a tribute?
ReplyDeleteI once wrote an entire post about Vanilla. Certainly, the post-that-shall-not-be was worthy of some mention...
ReplyDeleteIt was worth a tribute. And the tribute was awesome. The event itself involved blackouts and the fetal position in the bathtub with the shower running. It was embarrassing, but as time passes since the event, I recognize the comic value.
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