You're banned for confusing fences with walls.

You're banned for being correct and reminding me that you could climb over your neighbor's fence and perhaps she should have built a wall.

You’re both banned for changing the subject!

You're banned for thwarting an effort to love thy neighbor.

You're banned because that ain't gonna happen!

You're banned because she may have been a fan of Peter Frampton's group in the 80's and had a secret crush on a certain keyboard player/guitarist/vocalist.

You're banned because if this particular person did have a crush on me, I would have run for the hills!

You're banned for the hills are alive with the sound of music.

You’re banned for reminding me of a cloying musical...

You're banned for favoring abstemious entertainment.

You're banned for frequently making me consult my dictionary!

You're banned because at least you get to exercise your hands.

You’re banned for encouraging him to use his hands.

You're banned for not stipulating in what context.

You're banned for not grasping the point.

You're banned because Jefferson Airplane recorded an album entitled Bless It's Pointed Little Head.

You're banned for letting them share your private and privates information.

You’re banned for not saying private and Gomer Pyle in the same sentence.

You're banned for referring to Gomer Pyle's privates.

You're banned because they got promoted to Privates First Class.