Inside a GPC training session.....

Posted in a Private Chatroom.....

Moneyshot: I was tryin' to think of stuff we can do to beef up for maximum trolling prowess (love that calendar). You're not anywhere near me, or we could get piss drunk and punch each other in the privates. But since we can't, we'll have to get drunk on Vent and punch ourselves in the privates.

TheTinyBuzzer: OH YEAH! BRING IT ON! Wait, how is punching ourselves in the privates going to help?

Moneyshot: DAMNIT Yoraz will you just fucking do what yer told. I'm the boss and I said we're punching ourselves in the privates.

Ruffled Feathers: We could get someone else to come over and punch us in the privates? What if my sister punches me in the privates? Does that count? 

Moneyshot: DAMNIT! I don't care who punches you in the privates. Why do you guys have to always go and wreck mah shit like that? Damn!

The puppets are in play, my lord.....

Private Message Exchange.....

MAC: Larry has decided to create a league of pastel clad circle-jerkers, At least two people have totally gone insane and the Manson wives are in full swing, dragging random acquaintances from various places to post faux rage comments in support of their cause. It's perfect, master.

Dirty Sanchez: And what about our super stealthy sleeper agent? Have we activated Mr. Twisteynips yet? 

MAC: Yes, sire. Mr. Twistynips is in full operation. He took control of the construct earlier and posted the random gibberish you gave me to distract the IoMP crew from the impending trolling armada. 

Dirty Sanchez: Sexy. Very, very sexy. Who's daddy's sweet yum yum pants? 

Yoraz snags the Interview.....

Conference Room at the W.A.N.G. studio.....

Robert Switfly: Good evening Yoraz, my name is Robert Switfly, and this is tonight's interview. Let's start with why you entered wrestling.

Yoraz: Well Robert, I like to be naked alot, and greasing myself up so I can wrangle with other guys is what I wanted to do, but I don't have the gear to be a porn-star so I went this route instead. Plus it's easier on the back door if you know what I'm saying.

Robert Swiftly: -.O

What about an HQ?

Private chat room exchange.....

TheTinyBuzzer: Now that we have a cool name, shitloads of meth, beer, and  sweet ass costumes, what about a lair?

Moneyshot: We don't need an HQ this is the Internet you STUPID ASS! We do need a charter though. Rules for all of the other Gimp Pimp Corps members to live by. Something like the armed forces manual meets the bible but with all of the crap about morals and ethics taken out and the bullshit knob cranked up a bit.

TheTinyBuzzer: So, our charter is to be crazy, ignorant, out of control shitheads? 

Moneyshot: Something like that.

Ruffled Feathers: This sounds like a hoot. I'm so in. 

Fear not, Curb Feelers, the GPC is on the scene.....

Posted on Curb Feelers.....

Moneyshot: Listen up bitches. I may not be technically running shit anymore, but I'm still runnin' shit. Ya dig? So from here on out, when those IoMP fuckweasels get aggro, the Gimp Pimp Corps is set for action. We'll be protecting your right to be an asshole.

So far, it's just me, now named Moneyshot, and my sidekick, The Tiny Buzzer, but we're taking apps. You have to provide references, and take a whole Squirting Head like a man.

TheTinyBuzzer: Yo bitch, why I gotta be your sidekick? Just cuz I wax my chest? You're not getting a reach around later.