I could watch the films and all the interviews of the people who were actually there a hundred thousand times. Listen to the music until my ears bleed. Read all of the books in the library on the subject, but I'll never know exactly what it was like at Woodstock, because I wasn't there.

Poor nate/mpz/trapez, or whatever he'll call himself next week, is in the same boat here, he knows he came too late. He'll never really understand what this place actually was. He can go back and read all the old posts he wants, but he'll never truly understand the jokes or the banter or the rich tapestry of hatred that was XXX Porn Talk. The perpetual outsider always looking in. It's sad and more than just a little pathetic.

Nate I can honestly say you never would have lasted a single day here and somewhere, deep down in that OCD addled brain, you know I speak the truth. So why don't you go back to doing the only thing you're actually good at, scouring the net, night and day, for hooker ads to post here. Leave the humor and the hatred to your betters.

That had absolutely nothing to do with what I said. But I understand your need to remain relevant. I want my 4 minutes and 46 seconds back though, and not just because Goodwill Hunting was on the list of movies, along with any version of Footloose, and any future movie containing Danny Glover (don’t ask) that I have vowed never to watch.

When I was referring to Nates betters you know I wasn’t talking about you, don’t you? All of us present at the time remember the brutal verbal beating BJ Fan, a man (supposedly) that enjoyed showing other men on the internet his penis (Hey Brandon!) inflicted on you. You had to ban him because he was way too much for you, sad really. I’ll let others find the links for themselves. The humor is so much sweeter when there is work involved in retrieving it.

That was really the first nail in the coffin of the cage, Conky did try to breathe some life into the corpse you left in your wake later on, but there was just way too much suck in it to ever be a viable venue for entertainment again. Now it is just a place where good threads die young and other moderators throw their trash.

Nice excuse, but there is no debate about it, a dick showing fanboy wore your colon as comfortably as house slippers. No it wasn't the end of an era, it was more a kin to finding out the easter bunny wasn't real. I already knew he wasn't real, but it is one thing to be told, and quite another to be shown the proof. It only descended into the creepy when you started having everyone call you daddy. I kept expecting pictures of hairy moobs with a tattoo between them that read, "Snuggle Here" to show up in my inbox.

Listen just because nate made your little dick hard by sending you pictures of his jizz covered mug, doesn't mean you get to fly in here and dictate how the board is run. Have the decency to fade away before you spoil the memory of the good monkey for all time. You're not wanted or needed, surely you should be used to that by now.

And the jokes on you, because nate wasn't sending you those pictures to set up a play date, but to phish for your IP address. I sure hope you weren't stupid enough to open them without using a proxy server.