You're banned for because I wasn't hangin' with you during the ultra-high times with the rock stars crowd.

You're banned for being a sensible man.

You're banned for going over to the dark side.

Your banned for trying to tell him which parts of the chicken he can eat.

You're banned for assuming he was getting fowl.

You're banned for a paltry pun.

You're banned for panning his pun.

You're banned for planting his punt.

You're banned for supplanting his stunt.

You're banned for the direction in which this is going.

You're banned for a cuckolding hunt.

You're banned by my old friend, Mike Hunt.

Arthur, you're banned for using the same technique as with the horse in the other thread and because I got it this time.

You're banned for requiring extra time and prompts before anything sinks in.

You're banned for talking about extra time to sink in, which reminded me that I have a slow bathroom drain, and bathtub drain, which I conveniently forgot about, which led to a few good night sleeps, which will now be null and void because I will be lying awake knowing that I have to attend to the two slow drains, where nothing sinks in. Thanks. Not. You're banned.

You're banned for getting complicated.

You're banned for complicated circumstances.

You're banned for circumstantial evidence.

You're banned for leaving no clues.

You're banned for being clueless.