Team bohner! consists mostly of family and friends and people I know through diaryland and pretty much anyone else who does or doesn’t ask to be a member.

Team bohner!’s official mascot is Max. He doesn’t know that he is my mascot yet, but all being a mascot entails is looking pretty, which he does anyway. Also, I am pretty sure he will be to busy kicking ass pumping iron and playing football to notice.

Here is a picture of Max holding the unofficial Team bohner! 1969 Boss 429 emblem:

So, the only reason I have a team so that when people are stupid or retarded I can say:

“You’re off the team.”

And laugh in an evil fashion and feel really really powerful and cool that I have a team to kick people off of.

Oh, before I forget, this is my new co-captain.

You all remember Danny, right? If not, all you need to know is that Danny is way hotter than I am and looks much better than I do in my clothes, so I usually just end up giving them to him.

This is actually his site, I just write for it. He let my put my name on it so that I could feel good about having a site all to myself, the way a child gets excited to have their own room, but really, it’s the kid’s parent’s house and really, the kid doesn’t get to have shit.

It’s true.

Anyway, Danny took strategic maneuvers this Saturday and asked me out



Romantic, huh?

Yeah he asked me out so that he could have official dismissal power over members of Team bohner!.

He has since started an exit strategy for the removal of several key members.

I would tell you who they are, but Dan told me that that information is classified and I don’t have the security clearance to be privy to it.

Damnit!

As my new mate and intellectual and superior, I will have no choice but to concede to his demands.