“You are a crap dude. ” – Webbie

  
 

NED: Spreading the word of Geezer since the beginning to those gosh, dang, diddly Arrmorinos.
 

TAP: Indefinitely humble and agreeable.
 

SUPERNAUT: “Joke’m if they can’t take a fuck.”
 

HERR KRAWDAD: Loyal son of the South. The cause of – and answer to – all of usenet’s problems.

 

RADDION: “!!!!!SLAYER!!!!!”

 

ARTCINCO: Veteran of the Dio Message Board Wars and proud owner of an autographed copy of the Wereo.
 
 

“Perception is a really weird thing. You’ve tapped into some super-dork network of satanists and Dio fans and perceive yourself to be some sort of a crafty, savvy, intellectual cyber-celebrity. I perceive you to be an exceptionally goofy, 50-year-old, attention-starved dork who intentionally associates with malcontent half-wits in a pathetic attempt to feel superior. It’s analogous to being the smartest hobo under the bridge. You go, girl.”

  
 

MFAT: Doid.

 

TORONTO DAVE: “Send For The Man.”
 

GODLESS FURTRAPPER: “Next Question?”
 

DIRT NAP: “No sleep 'til Pabst Blue Ribbon.”
 

FRINK: The Mustache of Power.
 

SCOT CLAYTON: 0.31 overall ratio.
 
 

“So I received Mfat’s DVD documentary called ‘Sasquatch Meets Science’... and I gotta say there’s some footage on there that I’d never seen before. I wuz always under the impression that the only footage available wuz the Patterson filming of Bluff Creek in 1967 but apparently there’s more. 2 different sightings in the mid ’90s caught on video... cool stuff!!! I dunno... it looks like a bigfoot... kinda sorta.”

  
 

CAPTAIN TRIPPS: 35 days in the hole.
 

AGENT ALBERT: “I’m more excited than a pot-bellied unemployed van driver at a Wham reunion show.”
 

REBORN ROLLA: “Coach!”
 

THE WEREO: California Jam is his business. And business is good.
 

BIZARRO: “The fewer, the funnier.”
 

LETTERS: “Look it up.”
 
 

“You are the rudder of this fine, demented, ship. ARRMO without you is akin to an Indian beggar who has had his big toes removed, resulting in a circular and pointless meandering of the streets of New Delhi.”

  
 

ROCKER: “Pass the ginger brandy.”
 

SPLEEN MERCHANT: “Shut up.”
 

THE CHRIS: “Axl who?”
 

BENEDICT: The URL Master.
 

JUNIOR: “This doesn't interest me.”
 

NOT A SPECIALIST: “Quality content, great humor, I keep coming back
for more.”
 
 

“Seriously, I’m flattered by all your time and attention, but aren’t you supposed to be running the band’s website? With plummeting album sales and cancelled tours, I’d think you had more important things to do than act like a temperamental 12-year-old in an AOL chatroom just because I don’t worship every decision the band makes.”

  
 

DT LEMONS 1900: “Does anyone have that pic of Ozzy on stage in a dress and a German army helmet?.”
 

SQUIDHAMMER: “Squidhammer = killfiled = asshole.”
 

MING MING: “This is Sewious!”
 

VOICE OF REASON:
“If AMOLAD was an ARRMOite poster, it’d be VOR.”
 

DAVID COVERDALE’S PENIS:
“I have two wordss for you. Viagra... I forgot the other one.”
 

ARRMO LURKER: “ .”
 
 

“But this is earth shattering. Rock-n-Roll is dead, douche.”

  
 
 
 
 
     
   
     
     
   
     
 

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