There was this girl. She wrecked a couple of my friends. To paraphrase Pippin: The fornication they were getting was not worth the fornication they were getting. I tried liking her at the beginning, I gave her some things she needed and never killed her. She never screwed with me. But I had to deal with her handiwork on a regular basis.
This page exists because of one of her pages (she's good with web design, but her self indulgences make me look like an angel). Her whole page was about selling herself, product style. On the page there was nothing else but product stats, care and feeding, etceteras. That sort of made my stomach churn.
Years ago I swore my web page would have a section about how I would go about writing my personal handling instructions.
P.S. She can still be found on-line at flashyourrack.com.