Viva La RuckusWelcome to vivalaruckus.com, home to quite possibly the stupidest March Madness pool on the planet. After fourteen years as jdxruckus.com we at Ruckus HQ decided it was time to make the jump to a more easily remembered and infinitely more kick ass brand name…hence, vivalaruckus.com has arrived. And while we know that changing our site address is not necessarily a best practice when it comes to improving our search engine rankings, I’m pretty sure that after perusing our site there isn’t a search engine on Earth that would willingly add us to their index - so I’m not all that concerned. Whatthefuckever. I just hope you like our new digs. That being said, please review and fully comprehend the disclaimer below before entering our stooperific site: “I, (state your name), choose to enter www.vivalaruckus.com under my own power and volition. I completely understand that once I’m done reading through JD’s inane rambling and rules I could end up dumber than when I started. I also understand that I may grow increasingly angry at having to sift through his bullshit and delusions of a life of Marisa Miller hand feeding him fresh guacamole wearing nothing but a tortilla chip bikini and that if this is the case, I will search out a healthy and non-violent release of said anger that will not include any bodily harm to JD or members of Ruckus HQ. Furthermore, I understand that he uses the word fuck a great deal of the time and may paint a less than pleasant picture with some of his ramblings and in doing so I will not become offended in any way, shape or fashion, nor will I hold JD or members of Ruckus HQ accountable for any future offense I may take. Finally, I agree to take no action, legal or otherwise, against JD, Ruckus Management and/or any and all vendors and/or associates of vivalaruckus.com. In closing, I agree that I’m only here to party y’all, carry every weekend like it’s Mardi Gras. That is all.” Now…should you decide after reading the aforementioned disclaimer and decide these shenanigans aren’t for you, it’s OK. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one here at the Ruckus wants you to play our reindeer games anyway. Declare now or forever hold your peace: Option 1: I agree with the aforementioned disclaimer. Let me the fuck in already! Option 2: Oh. My. Lord. You, JD, are you a mental case. I hope the holy water burns when it touches your skin, you evil jackass. After reading the previous paragraph, I feel there should be a whole new definition of the phrase “take offense.” I’m so offended by what I’ve already read that I’m hyperventilating and feel the need for years of therapy, you sick, sick son-of-a-biscuit-eating-bulldog. I want nothing to do with this nonsense. Really? OK then…go shave yer ass. |
