What is an ITD?
We've said it before, the internet is a tripe filled bucket of rotting chum. It is the virtual toilet wall of the world. Anybody can put up whatever they want, and we are here to point out why they shouldn't. We aim to please, to make you laugh and to pay our debt to society by showing you the best, the worst and the senseless. It's a big job, but we are up to the challenge.
Meet the Writers
We are available via our forum if you wish to chat with us. We are not really interested in suggestions about the site, like we said, the internet is available for everyone, if you don't like what's on our site, go make your own. We are however, more then happy to chat with you.
The last in a long lineage of Ceramic Fish Mongers, Reluctantflux is a shining beacon of hope to a dying breed of humanity. His desire to overcome the fate dealt to him drove him in and out of many professions, Fry Cook at a popular yet not to be named hamburger joint, Oyster Shucker, Sewer Dredger, and at one point, for three days, he even held a political position for the city of Chicago (hanging chads be damned). Despite these improvements over his heritage, Reluctantflux wanted, neigh, CRAVED more. Regardless of how much he hates it, Reluctantflux is a fantastic writer, a brilliant thinker and an enlightened intellectual. His work has been published on dozens of internet forums across the internet, and now he lies to the other owners of this site and claims to write only for ITD.
Born the first son of a poor, Polish basket weaver, Zinsk became a burn-out by the age of 12. His craving for freebased kilbasi took it's toll on his mind and left little more then the shallow hull of a misspent youth. The life of a kilbasi addict is not an easy one, yet Zinsk was able to eventually overcome and discovered that dancing naked under the moonlight kept his cravings under control. Unfortunately dancing under the moonlight also landed him with a juvey record, and Zinsk still holds the Canon City Lockup record for most admissions. Zinsk now channels his energy into picking the paint off public park benches and throwing it into the air screaming "THE RAINBOWS ARE SHOWERING ME WITH COLORS!!" Some argue that he is better off then ever before.
Hobart comes to ITD via the internet itself. He is the first manifestation of virtual reality to ever exist in the real world. Originally created in former Soviet Russia as a VSS (Virtual Sex Slave) Program Hobart was so ... delightful at what he was programed to do, and so eager to be better at it, his software attained a state of artifical intelligence and he now walks among us. His thirst for achieving full human status is still unquenched, but he hopes in the interaction with this site and it's users he will achieve a better understanding of human behavior. In the meantime he writes some funny things and we've decided to keep him around.
SubBear was found, naked and filthy eating out of some dumpsters near Fort Benning, Georgia on a cool January morning over thirty years ago, raised by vicious woodland creatures he had to be toilet trained and reintroduced into human society. He spent his teen years like any normal American teen: a short stint with the Salvation Army (discharged for bringing his own guns), a brief career as a volunteer stuntman, and finally, a lucrative stretch as a veterinary product test case. Growing up SubBear struggled with the toilet training but excelled at reading, writing, alligator wrestling and competitive drinking. SubBear graduated school and was promptly asked politely by the local government to broaden his horizons and move someplace else. Today SubBear splits his time between his calling as a freelance internet columnist and biker bar doorman, he is married and has one cub...er, child. His turn-ons include: hanging out with Zinsk, writing for this site, movies, music, and shaving 4 times a day.
PyooPew was born a 20 stone, well-endowed Peruvian girl of modest means. His parents, wanting a better life for him, hitched across South America and Mexico towards the United States when he was 3. Unfortunately tragedy struck when her father was gun downed by the border patrol, and it was then that he was forced to fight in the American Southwest’s underground pit fighting circuit until she turned 23. Then, leading a pit-fighter revolt and her my freedom, he traveled to the Middle East... of America. Once there, using only his wits and the magic of her trusty Leprechaun allies, she survived on a diet of Guinness, Bailey’s, Irish Cream and 4-leaf clovers. Full of creamy, delicious Bailey’s, which he drank from a shoe, she then opened an adult toy shop, where he can be found to this day.