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Please do not increment my Quality Posts count. 69 is a good place to be. ;-)
MOD: We had to...we just HAD TO...
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It would be plodding classical strings interspersed with Bars of Chords.
Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne.
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woot-offs are like classic broadway musicals.
they start off with a crazy, over-the-top group number featuring great deals on things you never knew you needed or wanted. but then the music changes, and the evil roomba comes in and demands your attention courtesy of his $800 knife set, holding the poor woot-off captive for hours. when it seems that all hope is lost, the shirt.woot reckoning intermission arrives to provide another hour or so of respite, and the audience is lulled into a forgetful state in which they stop dreaming that their b.a.g. o.f. c.r.a.p. will soon arrive.
at that precise moment, the trumpets sound, and the elusive prize appears on the scene. the cast, crew, and audience make a mad dash to stuff one into their carts, but only the true stars succeed.
after a short time, the lights dim once more, and the wooters are left to contemplate a few sansas and art sets while imagining what could have been. and then, as the saying goes, it's all over when the caped monkey flies.
so wootchawootchawootchawant?! you're so funny with that money that you flaunt...