Don't ask, I have no idea where the "404 not found" tattoo came from, it was just a crazy idea I had on one of those tourist tequila cruises I went on in Tijuana last summer. I've tried and tried to scrub it off with sandpaper and turpentine, but the damned thing just won't come off.

And, no, I am not here for world domination or any kind of massive hack attack on the servers, I just got up from my 10,000-year sleep for a bathroom break and some Pringles, then it's back to bed.

Beware of the one that poses as Fella in the Christmas forums, for he is the real evil one. Mom liked him best, ya see-- they nicknamed me "the Beast" only because I liked to eat more than my twin bro' did. I've been through years of therapy because of what they did to me; the doctors say I might have a chance, thanks to these antidepressants I take and my library of Susan Powter self-help videos.