Banned for Zephyring. In case you don't know what that means, it means Zephyring.

Banned for acknowledging but not praising my stick and its enormous knob on top; the ball bearings were outraged.

Furthermore I learned in a beat up '58 F100, thank you very much.

Banned for boasting an enormous one and leaving the ball bearings to roll along behind.... and one simply does not F a 100 then thank it very much.

Banned for there is no ecksplanin' Uvah without a manual and a fair idea of its terminology.

Also banned for speaking of my knob in a most curious manner... it was necessary to stop my hand slipping off the gear stick and onto the knee of the lassie beside me.

Banned for double dipping at the wishing well... yer s'posed ter put coins in, not take 'em out...twice!

Banned for spreading socialistic ideals. There is no such thing as a free lunch. That fund was supplied by nothing short of legalized theft of others hard earned income.

Banned for hiding the sausage is not considered a valid lunchtime activity... who knows, it may lead to your getting a spotted dick for dessert.

banned for doom saying

banned for doom rolling

Banned for showing selfish concern for the state of his missus' knickers. I'm sure she'll have the stains out by the time you ask to borrow them this weekend.

Banned for lacking of humorous or creative things to ban for. 

Banned for getting between a serial banner and a most deserving subject.... now you can either kick his arse to the kerb or disable his typing finger by super-gluing boxing gloves to 'both' hands... to be shure to be shure.

You are so banned.   Like a lot.  Big. Many, many times.