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Okay, so this may very well be my most pointless edition to the
website yet, but oh well. A few days ago, MCSean emailed me saying
that he wants to open up his own website, and on said site, he wants
to air the exploits of MCSean: DJ at Large! Naturally, as an American,
my reaction was "Screw that bald little dingleberry! I'm gonna do it
first! Yeah, and look at how professional mine looks. Two words!
PROFESSIONAL TEMPLATE! Yeah! Suck on that!" Only one problem.
One of the stories he wants to tell is what happened to him last
weekend, and he didn't tell me what that was. What, did he think I'd
bastardize his story on my own website before he could open his?
How petty! Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to imagine what happened.
So here goes:

Once upon a time, there lived a brave and courageous DJ named
MCSean. MCSean lived in the magical city of Bartow, but wished for
his exact address to not be given out online. Go fig. Anyway, our
hero was enjoying a peaceful day at home when he received a
distressing phone call. How distressing, you may ask. Well, you'd
better see for yourself. That's certainly

what I'd call distressing. By the way,
this pic is just a thumbnail. MCSean
fans are just a click away from full-on
pin up heaven, and without an
annoying Tiger Beat logo in the
corner, no less. (Girls, don't forget to
take our special MCSoulmate Quiz on
the next page to see if you're the girl

of MCSean's dreams.) Anyway, back to the phone call. Apparently,
our hero has his hands in some very important stuff that he doesn't
like to share. Even more important than his past as one of the
greatest convention organizers of all time. (That part is true. If you
didn't know that, you're lame. Nyah!) I'm saying this because this
phone call came from none other than George W. Bush! Dun Dun
Dun!