There you were, down in your Mama's basement .... munching on the last of the "Family Size" bag of Cheetos and swilling yet another tepid "Cola product" with your best-est friend J. Carter III.
Your mind wandered, yet again, to what you two could and would do to a certain farm animal, if you could only get your grubby little, orange stained hands on one.
Then your single active brain cell flashed on, and you yelled out "hey J.C., how about we join up at FreeRepublic again and take a blast at Ted Cruz?"
"Not now" mumbled J.C., "I'm in a hot and sweaty discussion on the Democratic Underground (DU) forum, and I'm trying to figure whether it's with a he or a she!"
"Come on" you screeched in your best "hey Mom, I'm really upset here!" voice. "You don't care whether he/she is cisnormal, and this is really, really important because it will completely destroy FreeRepublic!"
"Ok" whined J.C., "shall we both sign up so that we can cross support each other with postings on FR, like we did last time?"
"Oh (bleepin') yea!" you responded. "Watch this you scum-sucking toads at FR!" you giggled as you cleared just enough unidentifiable scummy stuff off the keyboard to start typing.
All seemed to go really well, enough FReepers were kind hearted enough to give you the benefit of the doubt about your "made fully from farm droppings" story about Senator Cruz.
Then, as they say "out of the blue", WHAMMO, you got the ZOT!
Giggling hysterically, your best-est friend J.C. pointed at your flaming posterior and yelled "hey, now you're a full-fledged member of the FR Burning Butts Club!"
So .... while you seek treatment for your wounded tush, here's an appropriate award that will be given out to all those who, by their actions, get Zotted from FR:
And, of course, you can always complete an FR Butthurt Form (shown below) while you are healing.
