We are your host. We are not more than one person (except in a Whitmanesque “containing multitudes” kinda way), rather we use the royal “we” because we are a big ol’ homo and we like the way it sounds. We feel the royal "we" gives us the upper hand…a clear advantage in any ass-whuppin.’ Here, we act as your ass-whupper-by-proxy, scouring the globe for douches, c-words, asshats and buttwipes. Despot to celebutard, we are an equal opportunity whup-asser.
Stay tuned, readers. We will show no mercy. We shall indiscriminately flash our utter lack of taste, tact and decorum like a negro boob on Super Bowl Sunday. We have no heroes, no idols, and nothing is sacred here.
We’re gonna fling so much mud you’ll think it's monsoon season in Manilla. And you’re gonna thank us when we're done, bitches. So bend over, we're openin' up a can.