Three wise men. Three men in a boat. Three blind mice. No buses for ages and suddenly you get three. Indeed, dear friends, there does seem to be something magical about the number three. Take the following proclamation:

So, here's the story... I said to my girlfriend that any stupid website could get tons of hits, simply because people are bored all the time. She said that I was an idiot and couldn't make a website that could get tons of hits if I wanted to. After a long argument (mostly centered around the fact that she called me an idiot) we made a bet:

If I could not make a website to get 2,000,000 hits, I would agree that I was an idiot; however, if I could make a website to get 2,000,000 hits, she would have a menage a trois (that's a threesome to you non french-speakers) with me and another girl. I thought she was kidding at the time, but then she said she was so sure of herself, that she would even put it in writing. This of course is an ultra-binding contract.

Now. Many accuse me of being a shallow man. A cynic. An ingrate. A miserable, moaning, stuck-up self-important whinge-bag. And they may be right. But today, I am full of the joys of Spring, have a bank holiday weekend before me and so, friends, bloggers, spambots and late-night perverts looking for something to tug yerselves to, go click on this link and get this man a threesome. He deserves it. And who knows, maybe if he gets 10 million hits he gets an orgy with a netball team.

Help win this bet

Update: according to a piece on the Register, the whole thing may be a scam. If so, I still admire the man's gumption. Darn tootin.