GonnaGitYourKid- So Dan, may I call you Dan?
Dan Maher- Dude, I don't fucking care.
GG- Dan it is then. Moving along, tell us a little about yourself and what you like to do.
Dm- Well, I'm orginally from Tucson where I went to Salpointe Catholic High School, I am webmaster at Runwilder and I only date girls named Dana. Could you insert one of those semicolon, dash and parenthesis winky-smile things here?
GG- No, we can't.
DM- Really? That sucks. Are you sure you know what I'm talking about because I think you just might be a retard.
GG- Yeah, one of these things ; - )
DM- That's it. Why can't you put one of those things in back there?
GG- Because I already typed it. Stop being so bitchy.
DM- You're bitchy!
GG- Fine. Whatever. Continuing on...
DM- See? You admitted it! You are such a bitch!
GG- Ok. So, I understand you are set to graduate this spring. What are your plans for this last year at ASU and possibly final year of your capture the flag career.
DM- Well, I am putting a lot of work into my studies in supplychainmanagment in the hopes of running faster times. I'd like to run well this track season and maybe get a little Dana insert wink here.
GG- I told you, I can't do that. :- (
DM- Well fuck. You know, I assumed that an online interview would allow me to insert the cute facial expressions, that define my life, into my words. You know, my whole interview was based around those faces. So you want facts?
GG- Thats kinda what I came for.
DM- I'll give facts! You're a fucking dick.
GG- That's not a fact, Dan.
DM- Yes it is because you're totally up my ass here.
GG- So you're saying...
DM- Wait. That was wrong. Let me fix that. You don't have to put in those smiley's if you take that part out.
GG- That's alright. (DM- :-o :- ) :-p )
DM- You know what? No one fucking reads that page anyways. Just get the fuck out of here.
