Hey there, a great big howdy to all you O-Town fans in Webland! Nadya here, your fearless, albeit bored (and I mean that in the nicest way possible) leader. In my humble opinion, I have developed one of the most comical and original (I promise you that, I checked out the competition....eesh) O-Town humor sites on the Web. Yay for me. Cut to applause. If you're having doubts, I invite you to read my disclaimer.
If you both appreciate and respect my efforts, then COME ON IN and look around. Sit back and enjoy the show...grab a bowl of cereal in the boys' honor. Whatever. Bottom line: HAVE FUN! And pretty please...if you enjoyed this site AT ALL, I BEG of you to sign the guestbook. Your feedback is what will help me to build a better site!
If you find this is not your thing, umm...go do something else. I recommend organizing your O-Town CD collection alphabetically, or watching Ikaika's GF getting drunk and making out with girls on The Real World Hawaii (oh, I'm sorry...that's Ruthie. A different story ENTIRELY.)
UPDATED! 7/19 Hey kids, Nadya here! Man, I can hardly believe I finally got around to updating the FanFic! Yes, that's right, Chapter 3 is up and Chapter 4 is on it's way:) I also added a brand new section: "Even Stupid Questions Need Answers". Check it out! P.S.- To all the people who E-mailed me about the mistakes in the bios, or to tell me about Jacob's new girlfriend, or to say that Erik-Michael DOES infact know who his father is...I realize I'm not 100% correct in my facts. I got the info for the bios from other websites and a LOT of my stuff is just pulled from my @ss. This is a HUMOR website. NOT educational and NOT hate. But thank you anyway for keeping me informed :)Peace out!
P.S.- The pictures and/or objects, symbols, and representations of the band are owned by O-Town and Trans-Continental Records. We are in no way affiliated with the band, Trans-Con, J. Records, or any of their affiliates. If we WERE, do you think THIS is what we'd be doing with our time? Seriously, you guys.
Warning- The inevitable, highly anticipated (albeit highly dreaded) hatemail you future Mrs. Ashley Angels might be waiting to send me will be dealt with in an immature and irresponsible fashion, this I promise you (shout out to the 'N Sync boys, the ORIGINAL O-Town). If you embarass easily, do not give me the opportunity. Go make-out with one of your new Bop centerfolds and leave me the h*ll alone.
And now, without any FURTHER hold-ups (but g'head and throw in that third round of applause if you must...
Days 'Til O-Town Sues Someone (Approx.)!
Inside the Mind of a Hatemail-er (NEW!)
Even Stupid Questions Need Answers (NEW!)
