You're banned for trying to elicit a touche.

You're banned, touche.

You're banned for your perplexing, periodic postings, whereas in the past, they were profusely predictable, offering platitudes that were perky but not presumptious.

You're banned because I'm Paul Pacific!

You're banned for mentally projecting yourself into my thoughts and influencing my use of the letter "P" prior to your spontaneous appearance.

You're banned for psychic receptivity.

You're banned for using suggestive words like 'receptivity'.

You're banned for inferring a statement on TV and radio signal strength is suggestive.

You're banned because I can't understand why people insist on having a giant screen TV, but then watch a movie on a tiny little cell phone.

You're banned because any member of the Inner circle should know everything, especially the members that got there either on a fast track or as a postaholic.

You're banned for not keeping up.

You're banned for implying you are a Kardashian.

You're banned for visualizing me with a massive backside.

You're banned for thinking that came from the Kardashians whereas more than likely it was caused by sitting many hours composing and producing music.

You're banned because it's not my backside that's expanding, it's my belly.

You're banned because you may have gotten too many bellyfuls of the characters around you throughout the years.

You're banned 'cause I'm back!

(Welcome back!) You're now banned for returning when you had the chance to escape.

You're banned for reminding him he still has that option.

You're banned for publicly commenting on his investment portfolio.