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Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Gamers

Gamers ain't easy to love and they're squishy to hold.
They'd rather roll dice for glory and gold.
Over stressed pants and faded Crown Royal bag,
And each day brings level 12 Orc to frag.
Chicks won’t date him, an' jocks coat his hair in gum,
It don’t matter, he saved the realm.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
Don't let 'em roll dice or use rolling rubber maps.
Make'em play football and soccer and crap.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
Only power from above, will get them sweet love.
They can’t all be Vin Diesel.

Gamers love musty basements and chug Mountain Dew,
Sexy elf maidens, stout ale and wee little Hobbits.
The straights just won’t get him won't like him and few that do,
Teachers won't like him and the jocks will taunt him.
Gamers won’t be trendy, cause the clothes just won’t fit.
But it don’t care, cause they just crit’d their roll to hit.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
Don't let 'em roll dice or use rolling rubber maps.
Make'em play football and soccer and crap.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
Only power from above, will get them sweet love.
They can’t all be Vin Diesel.

What? Don't give me that look... That was a slice of fried gold!

Tune in next time when I ask which is greater: The Code of Men or The Code of Geek!

Also... Do not forget. Tomorrow night, Saturday April 9th 2005 is the Ground Zero 10th anniversary party! It will be a fantasically Geeky and wonderful time. Be there! Dantes on the corner of SW 3rd and West Burnside. Festivities start at 8pm with the return of Disfunctional Family Fued. Join me as I watch my fellow Klingons put the beat down on pasty, whimpy pirates.

Qaplah!