DJ Foorwijf as the Fanclub President

This post is dedicated to the newly elected Foorape Fanclub President - aka DJ Foorwijf. For this excquisite human specimen has proven herself worthy through a series of excruciating trials, the likes of which no other human has undergone before. This trial included a journey into the white mountains that cover the wintery landscapes of Europe in an allmost exclusive foorape company. She took the task upon herself to share a room with three foorapes with a fearlesness that makes Die hard 4 look like a an episode of My Little Pony. Without neglecting her decisive feminine features, she succeeded in socializing herself into the performative practices of foorhood. After a week of Butthead-inspired uuuurghhhh, odours that make Sadam's nerve gasses smell like a Dior fragrance, and countles Borat-inspired I like's - she succeeded in internalizing the foorse entirely. DJ Foorwijf's election proved to be an excellent decision on the part of the foorapes. This chick kicked ass on the legendary foorape hotdog party. Personally responsible for the disappearance of about 134.5 hotdogs and 17 deflowerings of young unsuspecting male sex victims in one evening just by looking at them, she sent chockwaves of 13.2 on the scale of Richter through the city of Antwerp while working the turntables with her foorseful DJ skills. Our eternal fooritude goes out to DJ Foorwijf and those she loves.