Better known as cross-the-street-neighbors to the more-warmly-received Gainesville-movement pioneers Skerj, Douglas Jordan parlayed his two first names into a package that emptied large swaths of the mid-north-central-college-park-adjacent district. A hasty alliance between Mr. Jordan, a wet-muzzled Yorkshire Terrier, and an agressive, early-to-bed-type woman immediately to the North briefly threatened to mitigate the impact of Skerj, until the Skweelin' Carpet Stomparray's high-frequency rock and roll shattered both the keen eardrums of the hound and the will of the alliance.

Krashpad? Sounds like a nickname someone desperately wants people to pick up on. But you can't nickname yourself. (See Sienfeld episode #79, T-bone subplot.)We all know and love you as "The Kroog".

Hey "Svatlana:" Tovarich, I didn't name myself that. Moe Rodriguez did. I will cop to spelling it with a "K" to retain my given initials, but I'da never had that nick if Moe hadn't used it first, in combination jest and practical shorthand (a bit shorter than saying "Brian from Crash Pad" when on the phone). Das ve danye baby, BK (a/k/a the Kroog)

Kroog, Kroog, Kroog Fleug, Moog, Schmoog You gots class You gots grass Whatever happened To your ass? Asses aren't hard To come by, ya Just sing a bar o' Kumbaya... And as for "Pro-Mo" (What rhymes with Pro-Mo?) Dobro? Schlomo? I just don't know And in conclusion I have a contusion From banging my sconce On your insipid nonce

Lies. All lies.

I saw Camp 7 at the Florida Theater in 92 and they were awesome.

Inga Svensen is currently institutionalized at the Kroger State Asylum for Women in Minnesota. Regretably, during a period of lapsed supervision, she accessed this website and left several postings. The postings are the product of an unstable and delusional individual and should not be considered to reflect reality in any way. We apologize for any misunderstanding this may have caused anyone at GBFT.

Hey "Linahan," I don't know exactly what your beef is with me, nor do I care. While I have found your juvenile postings amusing on "The Fucks" page (and no, it isn't me who you are battling "wits" with on there), I do wonder what kind of boring life you must have that this kind of thing entertains you. Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Have fun.

Only you and The Kroog and (and the flustered dim-bulb from "The Fucks") seem to be checking their own name and bands and responding to my japes on a regular basis. To quote you, "I wonder what kind of boring life you must have."