AOL Hell
AOL Hell What's this that I found in my mailbox today? Oh my a free trial! You dont even Pay! You know of course that I'm being sarcastic About this little disk here all wrapped in plastic What is so bad you ask, I got it for free? This my good chap is disk 10 million and 3 I know that sounds crazy that's simply too many To give all that away and still make a penny Before this all started my neighbors were friends Until I subscribed them to the gift that never ends They began to arrive along with the spring flowers In a blue cardboard box, and 1200 hours! The first one was good, the second one better! I simply didn't know that they would come forever At first I built fences then forts made of plastic Then castles and statues it was simply fantastic! I built a new table, a swing set, a deck! An archway, a pool, a guesthouse, what the heck! There were AOL subways, train stations and mountains There were AOL airports, ballparks and fountains! There were monkeys and lions, even a space station! All made from plastic and a little creation I built a tower that stretched as high as you could see! All without paying the standard monthly fee I built a car that burned them, used them as gas! It saved SO much money, but wasnt that fast Oh there were canyons, pyramids, houses and valleys! But then the townspeople began to form rallies Theres not enough space here, its all gone they said Its all filled right up with AOL disks instead! Theres no place to drive to, to eat at, even fart You've filled all of our city according to our chart! Theres no room for kittens or squirrels or dogs! And the airs all polluted from burning AOL logs! But where did they all come from, we must stop it at its source! Why the America Online Headquarters, in New York City, of course! But what could we do, we needed a way These AOL cd's they simply couldnt stay But I thought of a plan and a wise plan it was It would solve all our problems as a wise plan usually does We'd gather the disks, every last one we'd combine And stick them all in a great box, all wrapped up in twine We got all the green ones, the purple, the red We'd gotten enough here, we'd send them instead! Back where they came from, back to the source! Back to they're homeland, in the state of New York! Well now its all clean here, and its the end of my tale My neighbors all like me, in spite of my fail But now I feel bad see, for they're mailboxes are empty So I've just signed them all up, to website 8 hundred and twenty. God I wish I could have just copy and pasted that, Im a lousy typer. I plan to send this to the AOL customer service department and see what happens. I figure they'l either get a kick out of it or come to my house and murder me in my sleep with an ice pick, either way it will be interesting.
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Im a mechanic, playing guitar is usually my emotional outlet. I LOVE music. Sometimes or alot of times I feel like Im overflowing and I have the need to purge something out, you know, and I usually do it with my guitar with music but lately...
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