You're banned for all that has been left unsaid.

You're banned for all the "designer" clothes I bought at the night market in KL that were unwearable after the first washing.

You're banned for falling for that obvious tourist trap.

You're banned because I knew that but I wanted to fool others into thinking I was wealthy; and now I fool them into thinking I am healthy.

You're banned for not really being healthy.

You're banned because without healthy and wealthy there is still wise.

You're banned for what the wise man once said.

You're banned if it began with "I could give two shi*s about him".

You're banned since it didn't.

You're banned for overuse of contractions.

You're banned for pregnant women everywhere.

You're banned for not taking that seriously.

You're banned for not telling me "that" is upset with me because I didn't take it seriously?

You're banned because there was a band named "Them" (in fact it was Van Morrison's first band), but I don't remember a band named "That."

You're banned because Them only makes me think of giant ants and unpleasant dreams.

You're banned because now I'm seeing Fess Parker locked up in a crazy bin because he saw the giant ants.

You're banned for reminding me of James Arness in The Thing which terrorized me for far too many years.

You're banned for me losing the game.

You're banned for being unclear.