The Invasi..... Expansion is Upon Us!!!

Well, despite our greatest efforts to wait until we were all wholly inactive, thus letting this great clan drift into the annals (perhaps in our case that should only have 1 "n", but we'll go with it) of history forever, some poor saps among us have seen fit to actually add a new member or 2. It is my great displeasure, having drawn the shortest twiglet, to present to you our newest 2 members:

Rabidgoolie
Despite being unable to actually spell his own username, this delightful chump from the vast expanses of Northern Canada brings to the table a keen sense of dry wittiness. I think the continual open fire in his igloo has dried his brain... This lad has long been a god fit for all that is Marxian, yet has seen fit to stay (unfittingly) in a clan alone with our other new member. Finally, they have gotten off their asses (seriously, they rode a strange looking pair of donkeys here) to become an active part of what we like to call the greatest mediocrity in PowerSoccerland.

Few may know of our friend's origins, he comes from so far north in Canada that even Jimmy does not consider it to be the same country. His upbringing included vast amounts of ice fishing, whale harpooning, dog sled racing, and of course, Eskimo Pies. In the end, he settled on what was his only true love, fencing. Sadly, he did not find himself skilled enough, and he suffered many knee injuries, which left him fighting in a much less hotly contested circuit (see right).


Embarrassed by having to fight old ladies, Rabid decided to move to a different level of fencing, but even he found that one to be even more embarrassing than the first one...and, dare I say it, a tad bit gay.



Having realized that his username was mispelled from the start, he decided to change the 1st part of his name to open another avenue for him. Everyone welcome our new friend and his new persona, "Rabbitgoolie"!




Dainsanefh
Our next new member comes to us from the 'hoods of L.A. He is a renowned musician (in his own mind) and generally a pain in the ass, therefore, he will fit in nicely. His over-inflated ego leaves him to think he is more important and useful than he really is, and even more so feeds his arrogance as a true ass. We always knew MB was the perfect place for him...

A bit of a retrospective on Dain's career to date. He began as a musician a few weeks ago, playing in his mother's basement (as so many do). The neighbors could not stand the screaming, nor the music, so he decided it best to take his show on the road. He borrowed some clothes from his mom, and started a band (right). The Neon Ninnies were only together for a short while, as they all thought the others looked to gay to be in the band, so they broke up (isn't it sad when everyone is actually right, but is too blind to see it?).

With that overtly homosexual experience behind him, Dain thought he would create the personas for the next musical group himself, and make them much more macho. As such, he figured the best place to start was by repeatedly listening to Macho Man and watching Village People videos. With that preparation behind him, he began to create the dream band The Fruity Boys (left). This "adventure" ended in disaster, when it became the tradition of their fans to throw fruit at the band while performing on stage. Dain wound up with an apple in the face, while one of the other members ended up with a banana stuck unsuitable content censored.

Dain too decided to make a change to his area of main focus, and pursue rubber bands instead. To this day, he is the keeper of the largest single man owned rubber band ball in all of California. People flock from blocks around to gawk at the sheer size of his rubber band ball (that and he still wears his first band costume all the time to remember the fond memories).

Unfortunately, when he grows bored, Dain has also undertaken finding new uses for his rubber bands. His latest idea is the anti-ugly fat face compression system. He has been working for months to perfect this system on himself, but with sadly dismal results.




Sadly, the results of aging and meager activity have allowed the sands of time to add a few inches to his belt line. As a blessing in disguise, Dain has found another possible use for his rubber bands. He is currently seeking investors, and welcomes all inquiries. He is in great hopes that if he just keeps trying, he will make it one day.

He will forever remember his glory days fondly, and even today wears a t-shirt hoping to capitalize on the vast quantities of groupies that exist in today's music industry.



At any rate, welcome to the "in crowd" gents. Twiglets are on the table, you may now partake.