Good Evening.
It is I,
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL VAMPIRE GERBIL!!!
(I left out the sound effects that time, cuz I rented out my vocal chords to a giraffe with laryngitis)
Please allow myself to introduce me....
I used to hang out in some woman's uterus, but on July 21, 1960, I decided that it was time to move on so I popped out.
A cute little baby, was I, but I soon made it clear that I wasn't one to take any crap.
The doctor slapped my bottom, and I retaliated by spitting tobacky juice in his eye!
(The uterine landlord didn't know that tobacky imbibing was bad for babies, and I was what is now commonly referred to as a "Tobacky Baby".)
After wiping my chin, and grabbing some pediatrical nurse-butts, I came home.
I have little recollection of the years that followed, other than a terrible memory of myself being messed with by an ascot wearing Charles Nelson Reilly.
I'd go into the details, but they're much too painful and I don't want your pity, dammit! Just cash, please.
I
do know that as I was getting older, I had a fascination with sharp and shiny objects, knives being in that category, I liked them a whole messofabuchofalot.
As for my personal qualifications, I graduated High School in 1978, worked in electronics just off Times Square in NYC (the first place I ever had a knife pulled on me, and I happily removed the knife from the bad fellow and proceeded to hurt him badly.) After that, I did a 2 month stint in the Marines. Didn't hurt anyone there, but I
DID manage to cut myself about 25 times the first time the DI ordered us to shave. I finished shaving within 30 seconds, but bled througout the evening.
My DI accused me of attempting to "kill myself in the head" when he saw me afterwards, but I didn't know what he was talking about, so I just said a bunch "aye aye, Sirs".
After that extended holiday, I found myself back in NYC, terrorizing shoplifters and tourists.
In 1984, I started my own business, a small printing franchise. I did that for 15 years.
DOmewhere during that time, I became a firefighter and an EMT.
I did the EMT stuff cuz I got to cut clothes offa people.
(I used a Kit Carson blade for that... screw the shears! I LIKED the look of terror!)
In February of 2000, we moved to Nevada. (All that other stuff took place when I was living in NJ.. Oh yeah.. for like a month or something, I was a security guard for one of those oil refinery places... if you watch "The Sopranos", you can see where I used to work... its the place with all the chimney's belching out noxious fumes.
I worked at ground zero.)
Ok, so like I said, we got to Nevada and I've been here for almost a year now. I work in a gun store part time, I carry a Glock 30 in .45 ACP and/or a Springfield Armory .45ACP as well.
My trusty blades at this time are a Spyderco Police Model, and a Leatherman Wave.
I was asked to co-moderate at Community at a time when Jim March was busy with his war against Californian Sheriffs Against CCW Permits. (CSACCWP) I feel that Jim asked me to co-moderate since I am obviously the sanest member of BFC, plus he was trying to get into Lorena Bobbitski's drawers.
Here's a little secret though... I'm gonna get a lotta flack for this, but dammit, it's time that the truth be told!
Each moderator at BFC is paid an annual stipend of $56,783.71 for his/her services.
I realize that Mike and Spark really don't want this to be public knowledge, but it's only fair that you folks know that we
DO get paid. Therefore, support BFC whenever Mike begs... I mean advises you about BFC's Special Offers.
After all, if us Moderators didn't do what we do, BFC would be in a state of sheer pandemonium, not to mention, the stains on the floors would never be swabbed up.
That's all for now... with the additional reqest that everyone who reads this thread donate at least $657 to BFC.
(We didn't get a Christmas Bonus last time, and our families are very hungry.)
Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Off to siphon gas from the little old lady next door, so's I can fill my 4 Lexus's,
I remain,
VG
King of the Meandering Moderators.
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