Twenty-four little hours (My apologies to the memory of Ms. Dinah Washington for lifting her line)

Yesterday Maxie was flying high- thinking he was slam-dunking posts to add to his "top-five list" (I saw your list, btw, and you might want to rethink inclusion of the anagram thread) He was moderating his message board, had Luke Ford posting his emails and lifting from his blog and thought people believed he was a hotshot lawyer and respected that he pays mad cash to fuck pornstars and other assorted hookers.

Now, just 24 hours later he's learned that no one likes him or will come to his defense, few believe the shit he claims, nor are they particularly impressed with his work. He's a powerless moderator of a pornmessageboard who chose to exercise his first ban on Windsock "just for practice". He's lost his shit publicly and resorted to posting spam and "faggot" responses to try to save face.

But the biggest change is XPT will NEVER be the same for him. What was an enjoyable pass-time, a place of comfort, succor and humor is now ruined forever.