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So I thought of myself, why not create a beautiful template, that would make you squeal pinch your nipples in childish delight.

But then I thought: no.

And then I thought, why not leave the blog where it is, and let the masses come, and gape at its positioning, handpicked by the adress scrambler of my internet provider, but no. Transport the motherfucker to a web-hotel where you have absolutely no idea where to go or what to do seemed much more...good.

And then I thought, why not save yourself the trouble of looking like a complete moron in your brother's view, asking him silly questions like "How do I change the colour of this column", or "Why are swedish men idiotus maximuses?" but hey. I'm just not that sort of girl.

So afters hours of climbing walls, chewing nails and whining to a brother halfway across the globe - and probably thanking his lucky stars for this - our combined efforts finally paid off.

I (and little Brother-man) bring you the newly standaradized Power Mad. And if you, like myself, are wondering "Dude, where's my archives?" then I would probably think that that was a very good question. Finger-licking nipple-squeezing good, in fact.