Thursday, September 7, 2006

what the hell man you stole my internet name I am so frikin mad I am going to eat this whole bag of cheetos and cry in my closet GOD!

just kinda felt the urge to search for my nick, and, wow, it’s strange.

In your parody, La Caída Pequeña
I actually do post in spanish, under the name “BASTARDO ANÓNIMO!”

Well, it’s not like I have an Internet Birth Certificate… But still… Weird.

If you have any doubts, I’ve maintained a webpage since before these fucking “blogs” were “cool”.
Since about 1999, but I threw most of that away.

Do you think you could at least put a link? Hell, just placing a link saying “Le Foro” pointing to my website would be awesome … Hey, I’m the original 8-)

Then again, there’s lots of anonymous bastards out there.

Bastardo Anonimo

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