Jesus H. Christ on a twig! I head down to Cabo for a couple of weeks to poke my scalding dong into the holes of the Innocent and what do I come back to find? A clutch of jabbering gibbons at the controls of my beloved website!
Must I flip you inside out? Gore you? Feed you cell-by-cell to carnivorous amoebas? Snap you bone-at-a-time in my twisted, boiling talons?
No.
Let me gently place my hand at the nape of your fair necks, oh Guest Authors, and urge you toward your cathode ray tube monitors and insist that you try harder. Try. For Me.
Or else, I will stuff you one-and-all into...

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