FI-ERD.

That's phonetic, yo.

Whatever. You can all sit around and drink tallboys of Pabst with MySpace if you want. Hell, I used to be the one you did that with. I can still throw down, if the need be.

But that all ends someday. We all have to grow up eventually. If you're lucky, you'll clean up as pretty as I do. So, have fun chillin' with MySpace and his Lagfactor of 10,000. Or come on over and have some Chimay with me.

No shame in this game. I know ALL y'all. In fact, I'm pretty sure I hooked most of you up with your last slampiece.

Bow down. I'm the golden god.