That's it. I'm tired of playing the nice guy...and the gloves are coming off. For years now, this...this...this "guy" has been the colonic to my ass...the chicken bone to my throat...the anal leakage to my leg...and I won't stand for this one second longer.
I introduce to you, my doppelganger, Mark S. Manasse:
And here I am:
Scary, isn't it.
I don't know this man, but I am DONE with his Google dominance. I am sure he and all his Microsoft cronies will now "spam me" or "hack me" or whatever it is computer geeks do when their backs are against the wall...but I don't care. No man who plays in a band named STD...that's right...ST mother f'in D, should have Google dominance over me. Ewww, look at me...I was in the first band to perform live on the internet. Suck me, Mark S. Manasse.
In 2009, Mark S. Manasse will know no fury like that of a Mark A. Manasse scorned.
The gauntlet has been thrown, "sir."