My Name Is Zorro
I want my Z back, Putin. Now!
OK, dude. You single-handedly fucked up a 100-year-old brand in less than two weeks.
That’s right, it was about one hundred years ago that pulp writer Johnston McCulley invented me, Don Diego de la Vega, the only son of Don Alejandro de la Vega, the richest man in the pueblo of Los Angeles in Alta California.