All of this reminds us of a recent article on Biker's Monthly which pointed out that we were responsible for the recent attack on a Mom Biker's weekend in Daytona Beach.

As if hanging isn't good enough - so some folks say - these bastards should be stripped to their underwear and forced to parade around Daytona like the biker wannabees they really are.

First of all, not all of us wear underwear. Second of all, (besides that fancy font face we just used to isolate the quote) we had nothing to do with what Daytona authorities are now calling "Mother's Day Massacre." Those were not are employees seen in town wearing Yellow Dog t-shirts (or at least aren't our employees anymore), and those weren't our baseball bats. People. Let's get the facts straight.

It's not like we've received enough flack from Mary Hart lately (a recent Entertainment Tonight poll placed Yellow Dog at number three on its "Who should be beaten up and left for the dogs" poll). We simply run an on-line magazine that had difficulty getting work posted on time. Leave us alone.

But we digress. As usual, we are forced to respond to these senseless accusations. Yellow Dog does not condone public nudity or defecation, nor does it condemn it. But this magazine will assume responsibility where responsibility should be claimed. We confessed to throwing spit balls in the House of Representatives. We admit to encouraging a certain party to fly a banner reading "Up Yours" over the recent All Star Game in Boston. Ok. But we did not do this act.