PC Alley

Dave writes,
Dear Bob,
I come across TheWeirdcrap.com and noticed that there were blogs dating back to 2000!
Are you guys internet millionaires yet?

Dear Dave,
Iit can best be explained like this...

Bob and Stephen were getting’ kind-a itchy,
Just to leave the writing behind.

Larry and Sergey workin’ for a penny,
Tryin’ to get a search on-line.

In a garage corner Google sat,
And after every search they passed the pipe.

America Online is just a getting bigger
In LA you know where that’s at…

And no ones getting’ fat, ‘cept Yahoo Search.

Sergey said, “Larry, you know there aren’t many
That can program the way that you do, lets go on-line…

Larry said, “Sergey, don’t you think I wish,
I could data-mine like you.

Serg and Denny Sat the night out,
And after every search, they passed the pipe.

America Online is still getting bigger
In LA you know where that’s at…

And no ones getting’ fat, ‘cept Yahoo Search.

When Steve was sophmore
Headed toward LA, but his car died one day.
Hitchin’ in Nebraska
Thought he’d take a job there,
Take me to Omaha right away.

When Stephen met Bob, he gave a slug-bug,
Bob hit back and Stephen got angry…

America Online couldn’t get much bigger
you know that’s what they were aimin’ at…

And no ones getting’ fat, ‘cept Yahoo Search.

WeirdCrap, Fiction, Lunatic Blogs now…
Don’t ya’ work as hard as you play.
Make it – Break it
Everything takes cash,
I guess it had to be that way.

Larry and Sergey formed Google
TheWeirdcrap’s on-line and with Google’s search.

AOL is loosing fire
In LA you know where that’s at…

And everyone’s getting’ fat except Yahoo Search.

Broke-Busted, disgusted,
Google can’t be trusted
Now they won’t give us their ads.

Bob can’t believe it,
Says we’ll use Mamma
We knew he’d get Google eventually.

Runnin’ on an American Express card,
We keep costs low, but keepin’ out The spam’s hard.

My Strange Salutations,
And our imaginations
Can’t go on indefinitely,
And an internet buy-out is becoming a reality…


This all makes more sense if you sing it to yourself to the tune of "Crete Alley".
And now you know!

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