Hi. My name is Michael Jesus Clifford Kuczi-GOMEZ. (I know, sigh, obviously I would have preferred "Sue." Even -just- "Sue." lol) The story of how I got that particular name hung on me is one for a separate thread, and if I had my way about it, it'd be happening ten hojjiion doors down the line on the spacetime timeline superhighway.
Which, by the way, exists. And, before Jackstar, my name was Kooter.
Go on. Clap. Do it. No, really. I'll wait. Yes, not only did people call me Kooter, I actually introduced myself as such. No, really. REALLY.
I daresay not a one of you would have ever had the sack to pull that one off, amIrite? No, I'm just very, very clever about shielding my tactics from prying eye-balls. /shrug. Look, God made me this way, you wanna complain, you know what to do. (Calling me "a cunt" is a great place to start. No, really.)
Anyway, having established this historical fact (HELLO OMAHA, SHUT DOWN THE PROTECTION GRID, THIS ONE'S TOO COLD TO FRY WITH ALL THE HEAT COMING OFF THE ROAD RIGHT NOW. ABORT, ABORT, CANCEL HIS PARDON, HE DESERVES TO BE FUCKED TO DEATH--*skill-kill-sputch*), and, that's quite enough out of him, Jesus, what a Fed up Fed loser. Like, he really just lost, huh? Well.. did he actually -lose- anything this time? SAVE S/HE/IT.
More... after the break. (the rescue-a-bet expands. Greatflex.)