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So… it looks like Space Rogue from Hacker News Network wanted to be “nice” to me and ACK’d my existence in a HNNCast. about 6:55 in there, he mentions me… and then says “a STUPID NAME for a STUPID LOOKING SQUIRREL!” WTF?!? he said “you know we love you attrition”… well, DUH. if you’re going to pick on attrition, mention Jericho’s peanut butter fetish or make fun of Lyger for… well, for being Lyger, but you can leave ME out of it, i’m a SQUIRREL, dammit. i like nuts. and sprog is just mad because my granpappy used to spell check his news posts on the original HNN back in 1937 or whenever it was. JERK!
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so here’s the deal, space rogue: you mentioned me first, so you must need me. our offer: we’ll give you 4 walnuts, 18 peanuts and 1 flask in return for a 10 second HNN video sponsorship, 3 RED shirts and 13 minutes of squirrel love with Courtnee.

bitches… life isn’t just about nuts. while a nice sack of nuts goes a long way in the winter, ultimately it isn’t enough for me. life is also about booze, and lots of it. some nice scotch will keep me warm in the winter. smooth tequila will keep the lady squirrels friendly. some Boone’s Farm will keep Lyger away from me.
unfortunately, bottles are a pain to sneak into courtrooms, movie theatres and AA meetings. time to invest in a piece of drinking security…
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Almost a month ago, those slack ass bastards that call themselves attrition staff figured I need a name. They got a lot of feedback from you worthless lot of heathens and failed to name me. Drunken indecision led to more procrastination and there I was, stuck in hell, still needing a name.
Well, now I have one. Finally… FINALLY, they put their drinks down, put away the blow, and stuffed the hookers into the trunks of their cars so I don’t feel like a major unnamed DOUCHEBAG with no identity of my own and no real reason to exist (like Lyger). I have a name, thanks to you people who actually care about me, and not those staff jerks who sat on this (*COUGH* among other things *COUGH*) for a few weeks.
No need to make a big deal about it, but this feels *good*, like seeing Jericho eating a taco… and a burrito, and another taco, and a burr… (OK, you get the idea), Cancer Omega stocked, locked, cocked, and ready to rock in combat gear, d2d rolling out a new Ruby application that he only coded using his left hand (guess what his right hand was doing), or cji swimming a river and jumping a fence in 37.236 seconds. I’m home.
Sincerely,
p.s. now, bitches, someone make me a walnut pot pie. i’m hongry.
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Over the past few weeks, we decided that we needed a mascot; a simple visual image to help promote attrition.org’s ideals, and something fun for us that can be easily understood, if not hated. For those of you who already know us, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that we chose a squirrel to be our mascot. Squirrels are cute and fuzzy (like d2d), confusing and perplexing (like Lyger), survivalists (like Cancer Omega), mischievous (like Jericho) and like to stuff their faces full of nuts (like Mal Vu). With that said, we now have a friend of attrition, a squirrel, and he will boldly represent us.
Your task: name him. Even though there is no visible penis attached to his groin, it’s a “he”. We haven’t chosen a name yet, so the best name that we (meaning attrition staff) decide upon will win our contest. The winner will receive a public flogging in a future news update, and probably an official attrition.org t-shirt with the mascot printed somewhere upon it once we profit from our 419 mails and get the shirts made.