He didn't like it much.

Which is to say, he despised it. And that's where this story really begins. Sheenman was on the Batphone faster than Sheen on a ten-dollar-an-hour buttock, dialing up every fan in the known universe. Among these dribbling psychopaths was a group of forty-something housewives dubbed The Charlie's Angels. The Angels, like Sheenman, took the liking of Charlie Sheen to endorphin-popping proportions. Within minutes, this armada managed to unite on a chatline, distribute the link to my page, and hash out a plan for quick and speedy revenge.

The next day, I received my very first hate-email from a Charlie's Angel. Gosh, I was proud. Imagine that my little page had consumed enough of someone's thought and time that they'd actually write me to tell me what they thought of it. I took the time to write a thoughtful response to the person, letting them know their imput was appreciated.

Then I got another one. This is odd, I thought. I responded to it, getting a little lazier with my reply than the first. Back to my in-box. Another hate-email. Hmmmmmmm, I thought, as I clicked my GET MESSAGES icon and 73 emails came up in a window. "Perhaps," I mused, "I didn't think this whole 'web-page' thing through."

This continued for weeks, until finally (I suspect in fear of their lives), Geocities bootfucked me the hell off their server. Things were starting to get interesting. Too interesting, anyway, to simply take down the page.

I put the page up again. And then I emailed Sheenman with the address again. This time, not because I was stupid, but because I was having a lot of fun warring with this lunatic. I wrote Sheenman the email equivalent of sitting on your little brother's torso and administering a decidedly juicy fart in his mouth. Sheenman got me kicked off again.

I put it on again.

He took it off again.

And so on and so on and here it is over a year later, and this war is still going. I admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have pushed the guy. Still, I've since put up a warning page on the site, like it was it was some filthy chatgroup about hot man-boy love. I even apologized to the guy. Things have calmed down a bit now.