So...you think you have what it takes to become a member, eh? Well, then fill out this form! Oh, and be sure to leave your email adress, or your application will be ignored. Now, after you've filled out the form and left your email adress, submit it. Within a couple of days, I shall reply to you in one of two ways:

a. I'll approve you - in other words, if you get an email that has Approval in the subject field, then you're an Official Member. b. I'll decline your request - you won't be able to join.

Sounds pretty simple, eh? Well, anyways, good luck, and all that crap. =P

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Do you hate all pop music? HELL YES. No, but I do hate most of it. NO! I love pop music, damn you!
Are you eager to join Project Salvation? Absolutely! What the HELL is that?
Maybe...


Could you ever, EVER see yourself wearing pink? Pink? Wouldn't be caught dead TWICE in it. Well, maybe, if someone paid me. Absolutely. All my friends wear it, and so do I.


Okay, how about this...Could you ever see yourself humming the words, "If you wanna be with me, there is a price to pay, I'm a genie in a bottle, you gotta rub me the right way"? Hell no, I'd rather stick safety pins into my cheeks and become the Human Pincushion. If I started to hum it, I'd immediately stop myself. Oh yeah. I wake up humming, "I'm a genie in a bottle, baby..."!!


Do you believe in the cause of ridding the world of Christina GAGuilera? Yes, very much so. Sure, it sounds fun. Hell no! I was put on this earth to endorse pop music! In fact...Why am I even here?


Do you own any albums from bands such as Hanson, BSB, 'N Sync, Britney Spears, or 98 Degrees, OR Christina Aguilera?
My god, I'd rather be thrown in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds. Maybe, maybe not. What's it to you? Oh my GOD! You just named all of my favorite bands!


Can you bear to listen to even the song "Genie in a Bottle" without coughing in disgust at such musical injustice, screaming in annoyance and smacking the Power button on your radio off?
Heh, NO. The minute I hear the first three notes of that damn song, I either turn the infernal invention known as my radio off, or I begin to desperately search for a different station. Well, I guess, if I had to. I'd probably just turn the volume down. Of course! It's my favorite song, and I LOVE listening to it!


Can you think of a joke about Christina GAGuilera off the top of your head?
Hell yeah! I've made up quite a few of them, myself... Umm...A few. Huh? Sorry, I was listening to Britney Spears.


Do you believe that the world would definitely be a better place if pop music had never existed?
Yes! That's my philosophy! I suppose. Pop music hasn't exactly been beneficial to humanity, you know. Pop music banished from the face of the earth?! I can't imagine it! You're speaking words of BLASPHEMY!


Visualize a mental picture of Christina Aguilera in your head. What's your immediate reaction after doing so?
I'm sorry, I refuse to even THINK about her! Nope! Nuh-uh! Won't! I shudder, cringe, and wince. I smile.


Let's say your little sister was Christina Aguilera's biggest fan, and had somehow brainwashed your 'rents into buying her concert tickets. Now, on the night of the concert, your 'rents are out having dinner with business associates, and you're stuck babysitting the little brat you call a sibling, and your parents are counting on you to take her to the concert, since you're the only one left with a car. So, it's an hour before the concert, and the moment of truth...What are you gonna do?
Call up one of your good buddies who has absolutely nothing to do on Friday nights except for sit on his ass watching the tube, flash a $50 in front of his eyes, and force some resbonsibility into his life for once by chosing him for the role of Chauffeur. Eh, take the little twerp. As long as you get a nice little addition to your profit from your parents later. Hop in the car, driving 67 mph (two miles above the speed limit) on the highway, until you reach the scene, then hang out, chatting with random people, eagerly awaiting the beginning of this Epic Event of the Century.


If your parents ever make the grave mistake of thinking that you like Christina Aguilera, and buy you her cd, how exactly will you dispose of it?
First, you buy a huge box of Diamond wooden matches, clear a little circle in your back yard, find some old logs, and stack them neatly onto the circle. You then pull on a black hooded robe, tug the hood over your head, and calmly walk outside, tricking your parents into thinking you're going outside to stargaze. with the cd and the box of matches in hand, you kneel down before the pile of logs, mumble a few offensive terms in latin, light a match, and carelessly throw it onto the pile of sticks. You begin to chant some elaborate, utterly evil spell against every copy of this cd in the world, and then nonchalantly toss the cd in the fire. You then attentively watch the flames immerse the unfortunate disc - then, once you're sure the cd has been burned down to tiny black ashes, you quickly grab the logs, and the ashes, and hide them somewhere under the house so your parents won't know about this 'ritual.' Grab a pair of plyers and cut the damn thing into tiny scraps. DISPOSE of it? Augh, are you CRAZY? I'd treasure it! I'd think of it as one of my most valued possessions!


Finally, do you think you have what it takes to join a Clan that makes a mockery of one-hit-bubblegum-pop wonders like Christina Aguilera herself? Do you REALLY think you can stand to be in a group that detests little prissy teenage girls who think they can sing, and the fans who are stupid enough to worship them?
Absolutely...I was put on this earth to do that! Sure, I think. So THAT's what AGC is all about? There's no way I could join this Clan! You guys are all sick bastards, I tell you! May you all rot in hell!


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AAAAH! I wanna go hoooome!!