I come to bury Pants, not to praise him;

The evil that men do lives after them,

The good is oft interred with their bones,

So let it be with Pants … The noble Noob65

Hath told you Pants was a re-re:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Pants answered it …

Here, under leave of Noob65 and the rest,

(For Noob65 is an honourable man;

So are they all; all honourable men)

Come I to speak in Pants’s funeral …

He was a petty power-mad little tit:

And Noob65 says he was a re-re;

And Noob65 is an honourable man….

He hath fabulous personged it up hard in the forums,

Whose retardation did the general threads fill:

Did this in Pants seem a re-re?

When that his mother told him it was bedtime, Pants hath wept:

A re-re should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Noob65 says he was a re-re;

And Noob65 is an honourable man.

You all did see that upon his fabulous personry

I changed his avatar to Tom Cruise working a male reproductive organ,

Which he did masturbate to: was this a re-re?

Yet Noob65 says he was a re-re;

And, sure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Noob65 spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did tolerate his bull**** once, no matter how pointless:

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;

My first **** of the morning is in the coffin there with Pants,

And I must pause till I stop laughing my bum off.

For all of those who mourn his pbuming, take solace in knowing he died as he lived: sucking Log in to see images!