Über Ist Eine Jahre Alt
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One year ago today, my friends Adam, Andy, Andrea, Anne and I launched this little Web zine with little to no hope of keeping it running for more than a few months. In fact, there were several bets placed on Über's death date, ranging from one puny month to a whopping three.
Well, here we are a full 12 months later, and I believe some of you folks owe me cash.
We've done a lot of things. We've published a lot of good things. We've made friends. And we've rocked you to sweet orgasm many, many times. If we were dedicated, caring folks, we'd have gone back through the 52 weeks of articles and picked out the best and brightest -- the shiniest turd in the big ol' pile of turds. But we're not that kind of people. We're elitst buttheads. And we're lazy. So instead, we got drunk.
You asked and we listened -- 4 out of 5 e-mails we received last week encouraged us to hire hookers, drink beer, and puke our guts out.
So, I mean, what were we supposed to do?
I'd just like to take this opportunity to say, Goddamn, we' are such rock stars. And we will continue to corner the market on Internet rockstardom for the next year. Nay sayers beware -- we know your IP address and we're l33t. And fans -- keep the nudie pictures coming. Dakota likes the spanky spank.
Thanks for reading. Now please, send us a gift.
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