Thanks to all of my subscribers, the people who have made this all worthwhile. It was with you that I waited in full expectation of my demise that one day I stepped through the doors of an abandoned Splash 'Em Out in southern Kentucky, a hack saw in one hand and a counterfeit euro in the other. It was your hands that I was holding when Mothula from The Legend of Zelda suddenly appeared from behind the rotting carcass of an empty Tide stick, and viciously attempted to vacate my senses. Alas, poor Yorik! I have never met thee. With fifteen spin attacks and a neat but inevitably fumbled kickflip off of a partially assembled hamper filled with polyester pants and Hawaiian shirts, I took down that demon and claimed the day in the name of Esther P. Jordans, a name I have made up (if it resembles the name of any person, living or dead, please let me know because that would be really random!). by The Third Vagina