Well, what else to expect from someone who calls themself Misanthrope. Must be a sad, lonely little world you live in, sitting there alone in your room, staring at that 1997 13" Compaq monitor, the darkness all around, Michael Bolton blaring from those cheap Korean knockoff Bose speakers, with only an Internet chat room, KY and a spare hand to keep you company. Or is it a chat room, KY and a zucchini?

No matter. You're either a pussyass Mamas boy wife beater who is threatened by Amandas strength and independence, or a nasty ass, sweaty, tatooed, fat fuck, bald lesbo who's frustrated you'll never get in her pants.

Either way, go back to your lonely, bitter MISANTHROPIC little world of self-loathing and fuckerdom.

Buh bye now!

Whisp you're my new hero!

I know why a person is chosen for this site, and it has very little to do with talent. I'm not saying Amanda was a poor VFTW pick; she was perfect. I'm just saying she couldn't carry a tune in Janis Joplin's casket. Chile.

Amanda is a class act, chile! I'd go see her.

In that case go buy screeching Carlyplant's CD, or listen to the young gasping boy wheeze for hours on end... honestly, who gives a F what kinda crap you choose to listen to, chile?

Pancreatic cancer is unique too. Would you like a little of that?

Perhaps you'll name a Pokemon card after him one day.

I'm so happy for her! Great job Amanda, keep on rockin'.

oh chile you rock!