.:.FAQ With 98º.:.
...or, answers to some things you might be wondering =)
Boy, are YOU guys in for a treat!! Thanks to my negotiating skills, I was able to secure 98* to answer questions about themselves, my site, and lil old me. Ready to roll? Of course you are!!
~*The Group*~
Hi guys.
All: Hi Beth!
OK... THAT was really freaky.
Nick: Yeah, yeah... blame management.
So, anyway, on with the questions. How DID you guys get the name "98*" in the first place?
Nick: I swear to God, the next time we get asked this question, someone is gonna get hurt. Jeff, you take this one.
Jeff: (in a monotone voice) We wanted something that sounded hot and passionate, and since 98* is average body temperature--well, 98.6*, anyway--we chose 98*.
Thank you, Mr. Human Computer.
Drew: No problem.
Jeff: You idiot, she was talking to me! This is the first time you've even SPOKEN in this whole interview!
Drew: Oh yeah.
coughcoughMORONcoughcough... So, anyway, what WAS it like working with Stevie Wonder on the Mulan soundtr-
Justin: DAMMIT! ANOTHER QUESTION THAT EVERYONE ASKS US! WHY DON'T YOU TRY SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE DON'T ASK US IN EVERY SINGLE INTERVIEW?! IT GETS REALLY ANNOYING!!
...Did you think I didn't KNOW that it annoyed you?
Drew: Ugh. Then you suck.
Nick: (eyes light up) Really? You DO? Literally?
NO. So, you want an original question, eh? How's this: Do you guys sleep with stuffed animals on the bus?
Nick: Stuffed animals, eh? My favorite stuffed animal is probably my girlfriend, Jessica.
Jeff: Dude, that is SO wrong.
Yeah, apologize before I pull a Jackie Chan on your ass.
Nick: OK... OK... I'm sorry... sheesh.
That's better. So, you guys wanna answer the stuffed animal question?
Justin: Actually, not re-
*pulls out metal bat* I SAID, do you want to ANSWER the *censored* stuffed ANIMAL question?
Drew: (covers head with hands) AUGH! DON'T HIT THE HAT!!
Then answer the question, idiot, before I bust some fingers!!
Drew: (on the verge of tears) OK... y-you didn't have to get s-so VIOLENT...
Sorry. Need a hankie?
Drew: (takes hankie and dabs his eyes) Thanks. Oh, and in response to your question, I rotate sleeping shifts between Binky Bunny, and Tommy Tiger, and Pinky Pig, a-and Timmy Turtle, and-
OK, OK, stopstopSTOP!! (Drew stops.) Thank you. Jeff? Justin?
Jeff: I don't sleep with a stuffed animal, but I DO fill my pillowcase with my 1,356,775--unofficial count--bras and sleep on that... does that count?
Justin: I sleep with my, er, inflatable companion, Yolanda.
*raises eyebrows* "Sleep", eh? What DEFINITION of sleep are we using here?
Justin: (blushes) Let's not go there, OK?
OK, that's cool, I didn't really wanna know anyway. Now, the ultimate question: do you guys have girlfriends?
Nick: Duhhhh. Didn't I already mention Jessica?
Drew: Yep I do, and she's perfect and she's my best friend, and-
You have a tendency to ramble, you know that?
Justin: (rolls eyes) I certainly know that he does. As does everyone who travels with him.
I pity you. Now, going back to the issue at hand...
Jeff: (eyes fill with tears) I-I'd prefer not to talk about that... w-we just broke up...
Damn, you guys must be the sole supporters of Kleenex or something. (Hands Jeff a tissue.)
Justin: Well, I'M single and ready to mingle... (stares at me)
NO. BAD DOG. I think that's enough about you guys for now.
Nick: Oh great, are we gonna talk about the site now?
~*The Site*~
Very perceptive, Nicholas!
Nick: (grumbles) I don't want to talk about your *censored* site.
What? Can't handle the truth, OP?
Nick: How'd you find out about that, anyway? (Drew begins to look uncomfortable.)
Uh... I'd prefer not to name my sources. (glances at Drew) So, what DO you guys think about the site?
Nick: (sourly) Shut up. (opens a beer bottle and takes a big drink)
Ooh, SOMEONE'S bitter.
Jeff: Why must you make fun of us?
Because I don't think you're God. And I see the humor in the things you do.
Justin: You know, now that we know what you look like, we can get you back.
Bring it on, Day-Glo boy!!
Drew: Justin, I would run. I think she knows how to use that shotgun.
Justin: (ducks behind chair) Oh shit!
Yeah, you BETTER run.
Drew: (nervously sweating) Uhh... I rather liked it... (bows at my feet) YOU'RE A GODDESS! YOU'RE A GODDESS! DON'T SHOOT ME!
Justin, you could learn a few things from Drew.
Justin: Suckup.
He may be a suckup, but who's most likely to avoid getting "accidentally" shot?
Jeff: She has a point.
Drew: This is true.
Justin: OK... OK... just please, put down the gun. It makes me nervous.
Obviously; you just wet your pants. (Justin covers his pants with his hands and blushes while the other two laugh. Nick breaks out a baggie of cocaine and starts to snort.)
Jeff: Dude, just say NO to drugs.
Justin: Yeah; look at where they got Scary Spice.
Nick: Shut up. Just... you don't know... (Hands shaking, he lights a cigarette.)
You know, Nick, with all that money, I'm sure you can afford therapy. Since talking about the site seems to get Nick a bit upset, we're going to talk about...
~*Me, the Webmistress*~
Jeff: Our fans must be influenced by the notion that you must be fat and ugly if you can make fun of us.
Hey! That had BETTER not be your personal opinion! For your information, I am 5'5" and I weigh 130 pounds. I have been told by others that I am pretty, and YES, some of them were guys. I would put up a picture of myself, but unfortunately, I have no scanner. I'll try to get some on a disk or something soon, but until then, use your imagination. =)
Drew: 5'5", you say? Ooh...
I'm 14, you pedophile.
Drew: Damn.
Justin: Also, DO you have a life outside of this page?
Uh... yeah. I'm a freshman (Class of 2003!) in high school, so I have a lot of homework, etc. I also go shopping, read a lot, and talk to my friends.
Jeff: You have friends?
HEY! That's MEAN!! You BETTER apologize.
Jeff: Sorry...
And YES, I do have friends, plenty of them. Some have been to the page; others don't have internet access.
Justin: You must be a computer nerd to be able to make this thing work.
Actually, I use Yahoo! PageBuilder©, but I also know a little bit of HTML. However, with this thing, HTML is a bitch to put in, so I just go the simple way and only use it on a BSB humor page I cowrite.
Drew: Ahh... so we're not the ONLY ones subject to your wrath...
Nope, sorry, you aren't that special. The link to that BSB page is in, duh, my links section, by the way.
Jeff: Well, I believe that that's all we need to know.
OK. Better get Nick out of here... he's eyeing that window with a certain gleam in his eye...
Justin: Don't worry, we'll get him into Betty Ford in no time.
I hope so. Come back whenever, and we'll talk some more, m'k?
Jeff: Bye!
Drew: See ya!
Justin: Adios!
Nick: (groggily) Why are there birdies flying around?