I was the one who called the police on these mutant teenage masturbators that banged on the door of the studio, trying to disrupt my live show. In fact, we weren't even on the air! What these assholes managed to do was disrupt another program that aired in place of mine.

Due to the fact that these geeks had planned to besiege the studio and had discussed it in an open forum on the internet, the station manager asked me to pre-empt my show in order to participate in a little sting operation.

I was actually sitting in my car a block away, ready to take action when they approached the studio. At this point I called the police who advised me that they were already enroute. I approached the houligans and was barraged with some profane insults and a surprised "Why aren't you on t.v.?!". To which I responded, "Don't worry about it, the fireworks are set to begin!".

In less than a minute, Richmond's finest arrived and the crowd was dispersed. I like to think of it as 'Poetic Justice'-the plan backfired on those retards with your's truly in control of the situation-"WHOOO!!".

You don't mess around with Mac Daddy Gorgeous George...it's called Karma-poetic on many levels. A little of my persona is who I portray on t.v., but once again, I like to keep my personal life private and separate from what you see on television.