Damn, there sure are a lot of eunuchs around this Christmas.
Previously unreleased extract from The Charge of the Whiner Brigade by Tennyson
Eunuchs to the right of me.
Eunuchs to the left of me.
Eunuchs in front of me.
Whined and wailed.
Shouted at with snot and drool.
Boldly they moaned and well.
Into the forums of WGT.
From the mouths of hell.
Cried the six hundred.