
"Dear Day9" taken from John Prine's "Dear Abby" Lyrics: Dear Day9, dear Day9, my zealots feel weak, I can't get to late game or end losing streaks. I've said to buff protoss in 97 threads, But sometimes I think Blizzard just wants me dead. Signed, Noisemaker Noisemaker, Noisemaker, it's all in your head. Think pylons and probes while you're lying in bed. This isn't some frat-boy game like Halo three. Just come watch my show and you'll see what I mean. Dear Day9, dear Day9, my glasses are askew. My front tooth is chipped, and I drool a lot too. My headphones just slipped; now I have a black eye. Would you laugh if a meteor hit?... Neither, would I. Signed, Self-Conscious Self-Conscious, Self-Conscious, I know how you feel. It's ok to be nice if jokes aren't what you deal. And if anyone asks, tell them this little lie, InControl saw your flip flops and punched out your eye. Dear Day9, dear Day9, lend help if you could. We missed daily two hundred, but heard it was good. Uniden fighting! and other such fun, But we need sound fx 'fore the next Starcraft's done. Signed, Blizzard Blizzard, O Blizzard, I can't believe this. I'll roll off some Brood War, I know it can't miss. The Hydralisk's breathing, and the Queen's *shoowonk* And everyone knows probes go *chutuning thunk* Dear Sean, my brother, how goes it with you? I can't stand co-caster, I think I am through With his imba complaints and his arthritic fears. He's started to ribbit through his peach-fuzzing beard. Signed <b>...</b>
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