Hi all, Kris here. So you want to know who is behind all of this? Who has so little time to drink beer and let the world know it? What makes these guys tick? Before I start yakking your ear off, click on the thumbnail image to the left. It's a picture of your ever-lovin' editors, Kris and Steve (that's me on the left). And before you ask, no, we don't dress like that every day. That picture was taken at Steve's hot and muggy outdoor Irish wedding in August, 1997.

Steve's single biggest life altering episode was when he suffered a vicious accident in which he "sat" on a bowling pin at the Scripps-Howard spelling bee. Since then, Steve has just learned to alter his pants and enjoy living with a colostomy bag. People say he used to look better before he shaved off his moustache, but not to his face, not since he learned how to squirt people with the contents of what is lovingly referred to as "Steve's shitbag". In Steve's free time, he can often be found watching Myth Busters, and Googling celebrity women hoping to find nude photos of them. Someday, Natalie Portman, you will belong to Steve.

Kris is best known for 2 things…..being "that guy that could put his whole foot in his mouth," and being "that guy that was caught masturbating in Spanish class." Kris is a software developer whose goal is to create a program that enables you to view on-line porn at work without getting caught. In his free time, Kris creates a plan of attack on what he would do if he had, like, an M-16, a shotgun, and like 4 or 5 pistols, and he invaded his old high school. One things for certain, that fatass Tom Checkosky would eat so much lead he could use his dick as a pencil. He can often be seen late at night, drinking vodka and OJ from a Dunkin Donuts travel mug, watching his neighbors through binoculars while in a darkened room. Kris often cries himself to sleep at night, singing along to Birdhouse In Your Soul by They Might Be Giants. Kris is proud of his Hungarian tradition, his idol being Chess grand master Pal Benko, the only man to defeat Bobby Fisher in 1962. He will remind you of that if you meet him, so please nod politely and keep moving.

Recently completed touring with Parliament Funkadelic's "Funk Yo Mama" Tour. Currently relaxing in the Great White North, where he's engaging in several musical and non-musical projects, such as slappin' bitches (but not too hard, else you go to the box and you feel shame), pimpin ho's, getting' the funk out, and bringin' it around town, eh, I mean yo. In his free time, Tim can usually be found at 80's rock reunion shows, and gettin' down with the Labatt Wildcat (thanks to the corn funk taste…..cause it's always about the funk, baby).

Por día, funcionamientos rocosos una compañía de preparación del animal doméstico móvil, abasteciendo a los ricos y a la élite meridionales en y alrededor de Birmingham. Por noche, sin embargo, morphs rocosos en su semental frito meridional del alterar-ego.....The. La lata rocosa se encuentre a menudo en los partidos más finos del bachelorette, además de aberturas de la representación del coche, las demostraciones del automóvil y del barco, y por supuesto el gym. Cuando es rocoso no está consiguiendo su g-secuencia rellenada por completo de 10 cuentas de dólar por los debutantes borrachos, él puede ser encontrado en la barra en los Hooters, ahogando sus dolores y bebiendo para olvidarse de su existencia sola, sola, desde entonces su esposa a la izquierda él para un portero en la universidad de Alabama. Aquí está un cuadro de la derecha rocosa después de su cera brasileña más última.

When Sam isn't working his chair at the "Everything Mullets" barber shop in the greater Waco metropolitan area, he can often be found out in the wild Texas bush, illegally poaching rabbits, squirrels and other crappy rodents from President Bush's ranch in Crawford. Sam's favorite after-work activity is drinking Lone Star until he forgets the names of his children, at which point he switches to Pearl, because at that point the taste becomes acceptable. Like any good Texan, Sam doesn’t believe in evolution, interracial dating, or death penalty appeals. He also likes camping occasionally, like the time he camped out in the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas for six months, shortly after driving the getaway vehicle of that abortion-clinic bomber.