First off, a coupla notes:

Greetings, Mangy ones . . . it¹s great to be back from my exile. First off, the usual announcements . . .

The site is doing really well . . . we keep getting more and more hits than ever before, it¹s actually quite cool. I invite you all to keep telling your friends, and soon, the world will be grand, good, and Mangy. Our new logo featuring our mascot, Guido, is a sign of continuing onward and upward. We hope you like.

Also, that Paypal thing isn¹t a joke . . . we are looking for donations from you. No need to send us wads of cash, but any spare change you can chuck to us from time to time should be fine. In fact, I¹d say if people could send a nickel a day to us, at the very least, it would keep our server up, which would keep us alive, which is a good thing. We are working hard to get cool stuff to you in the way of merchandise and tapes, so send us your money now so you can send us some money later (although if you¹re a member of the mailing list, you won¹t have to send as much money to us when the time comes, hinthint).

Also, we¹re working hard to add new content to the site, from flash cartoons like Chad¹s Spiral to Funky Oblivion to the Big Brown Hypno-Ball, as well as new videos and columns, and we¹ve also created a links page on Mangy, featuring cool sites and anything that links back to us. If you¹d like to exchange links with us, just let us know.

And one more thing . . . hi Amber!

I recently moved in with Mr. Riden, and we¹ve only had about six fistfights so far. Ah yes, all of my worst fears about him were confirmed:

1) He¹s a neat freak. Just last week, I was tired, and the bathroom was down the hall. I figured "what the heck," so I began urinating on his stereo, and he was like "DON¹T DO THAT!" . . . ooooooooooookay, Chad. Yikes.

2) He¹s always cranky. Yesterday, we were joking around and watching the Andy Griffith Show. Kiddingly, I walked up to him and said, "Hey, I¹m Aunt Bea," then I punched him in the face. Of course, Mr. Nothing Makes Me Laugh gets all pissed, and a brouhaha ensued. It¹s like that all the time with him.

3) He¹s stingy. Don¹t believe me? Try this on for size . . . Chad hadn¹t eaten in a couple of days (you know how his life¹s been lately from his last column), and he found some money to buy himself a sandwich. It was a great sandwich, stacked with ham and turkey and cheese. He was so happy, he was eating it and crying. Naturally, being a normal person, I swiped it from his hands . . . hey, I was hungry, too. So then the big baby throws a fit and grabs it back from me. Like any sane, rational, thinking individual, I decided a swift and vicious revenge was needed. So, I cooked his cat and ate it in front of Chad while I held a nail gun to his temple. Man, he freaked out. Jackass.

So, things aren¹t going so well . . . Chad¹s constant screams from the closet, and his threats of calling the police (How, Chad? Are you gonna break through the ropes you¹re tied up in? Haha) are starting to get on my nerves. But hey, being a roommate can be tough sometimes.

This is the MangyDog, over and out.