Banned for going below and falling at least 6 inches short of the call of duty... but hey, there's no point wearing oneself out when there's always another day tomorrow.

Banned for right time and left time are two manifestations of two separate yet inextricably linked versions of something not yet mentioned in starkers rendition of past present and future interpretations of skullduggery in the bath tub.

Banned for shortness of type.

Banned for pharmacuetical philandering.

Banned for tripping over the pill bottle.

Banned for triptoeing thru the tulips in magic red shoes.... and no, we're not in Kansas, tho some of the scenery does look familiar.  Was that bale of hay there before, or did that obie gobie bird just hatch it?

Banned for not being game to wear yours in public... at least fess up to the fact you're a heel clicker and skip down the ashphalt road in your crimson tutu.

Banned for you're not gonna fool the big bad woluf with the old red hood on the head trick... he'll know you've got goodies hidden in yer petticoats and will wanna tear 'em off.

Nah, If I were you I'd wear a batters helmet and give him the old one, two with yer baseball bat.

Banned for not being there the first time when the advice was given out.... for free.

Now ya got a bill in the mail and baseball gear just got more expensive.

Banned for being biased in favor of wannabes.

Banned for you're not gonna find out what's really on my mind.  Shoot, I don't even know Half the time... and the other half I don't remember.

Banned for saying tax.