I cry melancholy tears for dotnet

[Salieri]

If the site came back, a million years of rainfall would come from my face as my eyes shed tears who could fill rivers and oceans. I loved that forum, I loved the people there; nobody understands me or understood me like the glorious paladins of truth and deep emotion who lay rested on that site.

I have nothing and nobody now. I am to be chained in the relentless abyss of loneliness, weeping for my oneitis with nobody to comfort me.

Dotnet was my heart, my soul, my life; bereveament debilitates me evermore with the site's shedding of its mortal coil. I love you dotnet. I will always remember you.

 

[Deleted member 18244]

Dnr

 

[Salieri]

Dnr

You just don't get it...

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

You just don't get it...

Well yeah he didn't read it, how could he

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Dnr

 

[Deleted member 9801]

Shall I compare .net to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough Chads do shake the darling buds of slay,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is Chad’s gold complexion dimmed;
And every gook from gook sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal .net shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in Chad’s shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as Chads can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

 

[Deleted member 18244]

Shall I compare .net to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough Chads do shake the darling buds of slay,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is Chad’s gold complexion dimmed;
And every gook from gook sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal .net shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in Chad’s shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as Chads can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Didn’t take you for a Shakespeare man