He'd actually broken into Death Central, our Hollywood headquarters, trying to feed a serious Vicodin habit, and had instead found our copious stash of booze. We should've called the cops, which would have ended the story right there, except that he looked up at us with those bloodshot eyes of his, belched a few epithets, and instantly won our hearts. We also realized, in a moment of clarity, that since he'd seen all our groovy stuff, we'd be better off making a friend than another enemy. Rather than give him a reason to come back and steal us blind, we decided to put him to work, paying him in weekly doses of prescription drugs, and keeping him out of trouble.
he more than makes up for these insignificant shortcomings with his natural charm and exceptional people skills. We just know you're gonna love him. We're very proud to present the newest member of the stiffs.com family, our Director of Public Relations, Fucko the Clown.So, if you've got some half-baked question to ask, or even one that's burnt to a crisp, don't bother us with it. Use the form below, and the next time Fucko needs his medicine and comes to us for a handout, we'll make sure he writes you back before he gets his dose. It might take a couple of days, but he'll be in. You can count on it.