But alas, my secret is out. I do not work alone on all that you read on this site.
In order to give credit where credit is due, let me introduce to you
my co-writer / partial inspiration: Hobbles the Broken Horse.

I don't care if he's a horse. He's still funnier then most of you.
Our History
As you can tell, Hobbles is approximately seven shades of fucked up, but he wasn't like this when I met him.
I met Hobbles on a brief stay in Hoboken, New Jersey. I was there on business helping to set up a crystal-meth lab in a man's basement. I walked outside to pinch a loaf on the man's lawn, as he spent all his money on the DIY meth lab and hence had no money for the water bill.
As I was dropping my trousers (not pants, as taking a dump on a man's lawn deserves all the culture and class that the word trousers bestows), I happened to look across the street and saw this horse drop a double-hoof into some pimp's face shortly after the pimp got upset that Hobbles banged his hooker and attempted to pay in 'horse money'.
Not 24 hours later, Hobbles had been found by the pimp's crew, who systematically used what appeared to be makeshift Dremel to remove two of Hobbles' legs, and half of one ear. For spite they even spit into his right eye, rendering it useless.
Despite the severe combat disadvantage that missing half your limbs and depth-perception imposes, Hobbles still managed to beat the lackeys to death with a giant silicone female horse rear end that he keeps around for the lonely nights.
At this point I knew Hobbles was just the badass assistant I needed, but would he be any good at my sophisticated brand of humor?
With his permission I'm releasing to you the transcripts of a conversation I had with Hobbles about his future role in this website.
"Hobbles, I'm glad you could make it in today to talk about joining the
team. Although, according to my watch you were supposed to be here like
25 minutes ago."
"Motherfucker, I'm a horse with two damn wooden banisters for legs.
I'm supposed to be dog food right now, and as such they don't make
prosthetic horse legs you sack of fuck, cut me some slack."
"A thousand pardons my good....horse. Many people have asked me, and I
myself am curious as well, as to why if you only have one functioning
eye do you still have to wear the blinder?
"Four words for you, Mitchy-poo: I'll fucking kill you. But in all
seriousness, I'm apt to go ape-shit on you at the drop of a hat. Here,
take a gander at this...."

"When these two lesbians tried to pet me, I just lost it. The one on the left managed to climb onto me, but I fucked up that one on the right proper."
"That's very impressive, given your mobility restrictions coupled with
the known fiestyness of lesbians....especially pack lesbians. Were you
always such an ass kicker and name taker, or was this more of a recent
development coupled to the attack on you?"
"I've always been a high-strung individual. When I was young, I used
to be a training horse at a kids summer camp...helping them to learn how
to use animals as their own personal chauffeurs and all that good shit.
Instead of just sliding it on, and not minding like all they other
horses did, I'd wait until night time when the campers were asleep and
gently pull one of the boys of out his bunk and drag him down by the
river. There, I would place his leg between two rocks and jump up and
down on it until it snapped. It usually only took one jump. I, of
course, never got into any trouble for this as no one in their right
mind would believe the child that one of their loveable animals would
bust his leg like a piƱata. They fed the children so much bullshit about
how milk would make your bones strong, that I just had to find out if
that was true or not. I'm going with not."

"You can almost taste the excitement that I was giving off in this photo."

Surprise motherfucker!
"...and you never....say....felt bad afterwards?"
"One time I felt kind of gassy. Does that count? Bad gas feels bad."
"I can't really argue with that logic. What kind of contribution do you
think you could make the New Jerk Swing team?"
"Well, if someone saw you and said "hey, your website sucks", I'd
kick them in the jaw. Oh! And, I'm great at coming up with custom slurs and violent curse
words to add color to the website."
"Really? Allow me to throw a hypothetical situation your way, and let's
see what comeback you come up with. You approach a four-way intersection
behind an elderly person/asian woman/cat that can drive a car and they
clearly don't know how to properly negotiate the stop. They sit there
for 45 seconds waiting for someone else to go, despite having the right
of way. What would you say"
"Well, first off...if it was a cat driving the car...fuck cats.
Simple as that. But I suppose I'd roll down the window, and yell
something to the effect of "Hey! Put your foot on the accelerometer or I
swear to baby Christ that I will remove an eye from your eye socket and
piss in your brain!"
"Well played sir. Well played. Welcome to the team."
Everything from that point on was pure magic...in website form
If you're ever feeling to chipper, and need someone to knock you down a
peg or two, don't hesitate to contact Hobbles at
hobbles@newjerkswing.com,
and he'll be sure to verbally rape you.
