Homer's watching tv, sees the reaper about to take Mr. McGrew, and yells at the tv - "Leave Mr. McGrew alone - take Tiny Tim!", then the etching on the tombstone changes to "Homer Simpson - unloved by all", Homer goes "Unloved by Al, NO!!!!", then the reaper points to the "all" on the tombstone to correct Homer (and Homer notices the tv gods all talking to him ... ). Hillarious.
Stan, www.thesequencers.us +- +- +- +- The BOING Cheer/I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Get Boinged Rag (parody of The FISH Cheer/I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag by Country Joe and the Fish) by 'Stan and the Sequencers'
Gimmie a B (B) Gimmie a O (O) Gimmie a I (I) Gimmie a N (N) Gimmie a G (G)
What's that spell! (BOING!) What's that spell! (BOING!) What's that spell! (BOING!)
Come on all of you big strong fans Uncle Jon needs your help again Hooked himself up with a sequencin' Stan Way down yonder in Weird Al's plan Put down 'the book' and 'dare to be dumb' We're gonna have a whole lotta fun
And it's one, two, three What are we chillin' for Don't ask me, I don't give a damn Next stop is 'Friends and Fans' And it's five, six, seven Click on the purple links Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna lie
Well, come on Videots, let's move fast Your big chance is here at last You can go out and do some reds 'Cause the only good brain is one that's dead You know that minds can only be won Once they've all been totally numbed
And it's one, two, three What are we chillin' for Don't ask me, I don't give a damn Next stop is 'Friends and Fans' And it's five, six, seven Click on the purple links Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna lie
BBBBOOOOIIIINNNNGGGG!
Come on West Street, don't move slow Boinger's, Spammers, Trolls A-Go-Go There's lot's of snake oil to be made Supplying the newsgroup with pseudos of all ages Just hope that when they drop their bombs They drop 'em on their own damn tongues
And it's one, two, three What are we chillin' for Don't ask me, I don't give a damn Next stop is 'Friends and Fans' And it's five, six, seven Click on the purple links Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna lie
Come on mothers throughout the land Pack your kids off to AlCon 2000 Come on fathers don't hesitate Send your kids off before it's too late Be the first ones on your block To have your kids come home ALl crocked
And it's one, two, three What are we chillin' for Don't ask me, I don't give a damn Next stop is 'Friends and Fans' And it's five, six, seven Click on the purple links Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna lie