About Us

Stilletto was tired, tired, tired of the drama that every blasted forum (and just about any place where people congregate) seemed to come equipped with by default,  and tired, tired, tired of people riding her  ass over her (sucky) PS abilties (though they had good reason), so (after much self-loathing, twiddling of thumbs, and banging of heads on walls) she procured her inner HOMUNCULUS:

- What?
- Go?
- Okay, I’ll go.

She then proceeded to pen a long and complicated letter, refusing to dot all her i’s or cross her t’s, and whiting out all particles, pronouns, and adjectives, until there was nothing left but the words, “Tie boulders” “feet”  “jump off”  ” cliff” “Pacific”, and then sent it in.

Up until this very second, she upholds the I know you are, but what am I? policy when asked the reasons behind her censure.

Disclaimer: And for those who haven’t known better by now, we’re only horsing around. Don’t take us seriously.

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