Previously...

Captain Doobie had a conversation with The President:

"Just exactly who is this? Do you know who I am???" yelled the president.
"No," replied Captain Doobie, "well, you're obviously some sort of arsehole."

Now read on...

The president's face went a peculiar shade of purple.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" he screamed apoplectically down the phone. Around him, the war room was in chaos, in the middle of which the Marine with the briefcase containing the nuclear codes tried as hard as he could not to look like a viable option. Then everyone went silent as Captain Doobie's voice came through the speakers again.

"If you'd like to complain, you can just log on to my website," he said.
The president looked crafty. "Oh, you've got a website?" he asked sweetly, then copied down the address that Captain Doobie gave him.

"Aha!" cried the president when Captain Doobie had finished, "Now i've got you! You're going to regret giving me the address! So long, so-called Captain Doobie, if that is your real name!"

With relish, he slammed the reciever down. He threw the paper containing the web address to the director of the CIA.
"Emmet, get your hackers working on that. I wanna know everything about these clowns, pronto! Well, what are you waiting for, man?"

"Sir, i don't think this is a valid address."
"Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be?"
"www.stiffshit.com, sir?"