Y'know, I used to poke fun at Ayyone for his shameless cheerleading of Battlecam many moons ago ("It's ya boy A1, Battlecam dot com, sign up, make it happen, shout-out to Mothman, Stiffs, Cavacho's taint, Elly the Dog, this is how we dew it -- ALL! DAY!"), but I could at least understand where he was coming from there. Alki's money vault + his penchant for giving out said money to the dregs of society in exchange for self-mutilation on command....yeah, it's easy to see how one could get caught up in shilling a product like that. However, I have to be missing something with Ya Boy's latest sacrifice of dignity in exchange for brownie points with the staff of a social casting site. What in the actual fuck do Mark and Scruffy have to offer The Riverside Playboy, other than a quart of Paradice's month-old breast milk and a necklace made out of Foxman's discarded teef? Okay, that second one might be kind of sweet. Really though, that Vaughntown Kool-Aid must be some powerful stuff. Otherwise, I don't get it.