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Glad I'm not THAT guy...

So I'm surfing the interwebs (as my dear friend Jeremiah would say, and I kinda like his smooth yet scruffy style, and therefore am going to imitate, which they say is the highest form of flattery, when it's not plagiarism that is)and I come across a story about a gentleman who at one point was riding high as the founder of what is supposedly the largest Internet gaming company in the world. He now however, is not doing so hot, due to undisclosed reasons that I can only assume include multiple inappropriate rendezvous with a certain "young, beautiful and naive" intern who thought having a relationship with the big man on top would move her up the totem pole but lied and said he forced her to do it when confronted...but like I said the reasons were undisclosed...so anyway, he's sold 75% of his stock and plans to sell the remaining 25% (hey, he can do math too!) in the near future.

Well, besides the likely mishaps that caused his demise, the poor schmuck probably only has a future career in dirty Internet pornographic endeavors, considering his name is Anurag Dikshit. On second thought, people probably finally came to the realization that they could not take anyone with the name "Mr. Dikshit" seriously and ousted him. Cause that's what I woulda done if I were there.

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  1. Aw shucks...I do consider imitation flattery, so this works out perfectly.

    Also...come on, with a name like Dikshit, you know he's gotta be f'n awesome at everything. If he wasn't he'd have no-doubt changed that name years ago to something like Mr. Awesomepants or something like that.

    No way you ride out Dikshit if you're not at least a litte bad-ass.

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