Let's get one thing straight, I'm not arrogant. Can I help it if I was naturally blessed tremendous charm and magnetism, astonishing good looks, a flair for high fashion, an engaging wit, more ass-kicking ability per finger than the Marine Corps and overwhelming humility? Naw, of course not.
Anyway, believe it or not yours-truly, idol to millions, started out as the lowest paid employee in a junkyard. That's right, one-hundred-percent original J.Y.D. Kept hungry and mean on a five foot chain as the night watchman. That was 'till I got real ticked off and went furry cuisinart of doom for the first time. Even so, not that much has changed. I still kick much ass, I'm still low income, I'm still a dog, if ya know what I mean, and I still look good in bondage gear.
Anyhow, I hooked up with the Gnawers a short time later and taught them everyhting they know. They even managed to teach me a thing or two, but I improved it. How they got along without me I'll never know. That's where the name came from too, during that rite of passage thing I was holding up a getaway car, and I do mean holding up the car, and some fleabit hack decides he's a comedian and says somehting about how if I wanna chase cars I gotta let them get out of park, and the elders went with it.
So anyway, these days I'm a part of two septs, Doc M's Seattle caern and this place up north. Part of the world famous Street Knights too, and still the only one to win the initiation. Gotta say they're glad they got me.
Oh yeah, you know that Mickey-D's slogan over six billion served? I used to be competitive, but these days I'm a one-chick man. The winner's name is Ragdoll, another Gnawer and envy of babes world wide.
Well, that's about it, check back in, you never know when I'll have done something else cool worth mentioning.
And remember, I'm not arrogant.
