Here it is cretins, the final vote. Three names are finalists for me, and you get to decide. By 'you', i mean the faithful mail list subscribers. This message is not being posted to the news, not being "tweeted" and not being screamed before post-coital activity with a hooker and cocaine. Instead, it's a private message, all alone like I will be tonight, left to jack off and enjoy some pcp. From now until sometime Monday, that twitchy bastard lyger will work out that flea bite he calls a boner, add some fresh tracks to his arm and scamper about like the little tree weasel he is.
That group of sycophant losers couldn't decide among three names, so now the fluffy group of scourge have thrust this secretion of a decision upon you, the loyal followers. Pull deep, scratch your testicle or ponder the value of your taint, but figure out my name since these asshole cracker jerks can't.
The final three choices in alphabetical order:
Until I have a name to better exact my squirrelly vengeance, all I can say is "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?!" Mail staff[at]attrition.org and give me a name already =(
Sincerely,
FLB (Fuzzy Little Bastard)
