You think this bait will lure him out? Think these are clever or plageristic chops? Think you wanna give it a try? Can you think of anything else to do until 3 Sept or the next countdown post from Drew?
The OBNUG Hillbillie
Come and listen to my story bout a man named Darth
A poor chemisteer, barely kept his family hearth
But then one day he was bloggin up some smack
And up from the web came a bubblin flack
Push-back that is, asceticism, attitude-check.
Well the first thing you know ol Darth’s a sputterin air
Bloggers said, “Darth move away from here”
Said, “forbidden sites are the place you ought to be”
So he locked up his password and moved away from OB…
NUG that is, PG-rated pools…corn-stars.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
That started from a blogger board aboard a tiny chip…aboard a tiny chip
The Prophet was a mighty diode man, his kine was brave and sure
The bloggers all embarked that eve on a three reply tour…a three reply tour
The blogging started getting rough, the tiny chip was tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless Drew the website could be lost…the website could be lost
Darth’s chip’s aground on the shore of a humble website isle…
With 4E-BleedBlue, Belexes too, tmunson and reflectivity, the boiseblues, kcam and hummer-fans
here on OBNUG Isle.
So this is the tale of our castaway, he’s “gone” for an unknown time
Drew Roberts and ol’ Kevan Lee will do their very best
He'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb…it’s an uphill climb
to make the others comf'table in their ‘tronic island nest
No phone, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury
Like a Mountain West reception, it's primitive as can be…primitive as can be
So join us here each day my friends, you're sure to get a smile
To coax a self-banished castaway back here to OBNUG's Isle!
Meet Darth Prophet…
His blog style “rile”
Spell-check, will not
Disdain, his life
(Ruh roh!! “Drew…stop this crazy thing…Drew!!!)
Prophet, meet he Prophet, he’s a modern stone-age artifact
From the town of Detroit he can be a little tough to take
Let's ride with the Prophet down the street
Through the courtesy of his two feet
When you're with the Prophet, you'll have a yabba dabba doo time.
A scratch your head time
You'll have a cross-word time