In my last ditch attempt at achieving fame and avoiding a day job, I showed the world how to achieve an air of ars-est-celare-artem incontinence-incompetence by desperately setting up several doppelgänger websites and posting manically, frantically while feigning obliviousness and nonchalance to my nefarious activities under a klan of racist trad alta-egos who are attempting to kill off all my potential rivals in cyper-space. Because, I mean to have him, I will get my man, I will be the next anointed in the beautiful sartorial court of Ralph Lauren.

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