Originally Posted by 12clicks

Thanks to KK for clarifying this question. I thought it meant "intimidate" and was going to tell the story of how when we rolled out blindlinks.com we were denied a chance to bid on advertising on Ynot. You see, back then, you bid on the top banner adspace and because of the "coddle the surfer" mentality of lil Ricky and khan, they refused to allow us to bid on the spot if we were going to use it for blindlinks.com, thinking blindlinks was the bane of the industry. So, with typical gay flair, Mojo and I threw a hissy fit (with the help of Serge who at the time was making a lot of money off of us) and took our show over to netpond (it may have still been called "condomproject" back then). Ynot became a ghost town overnight. They went from being the GFY of their day to the tunafishbitch.com of their day.

what that had to do with intimidation, I don't know but its an interesting story of the cutthroat things that went on back then and it was the first story to pop into my head when I saw the question.

But he meant "imitate" didn't he?

The person I imitate best (or worse depending on your point of view) is Brad Shaw.
Back in the day, Robert and I had two other partners and the 4 of us for whatever reason, always pretended we were Brad when we would talk about him. Back then he was a good friend who we had a lot of interaction with. I don't know how it started or why but the 4 of us would use a high pitched voice that sounded like SNL's "Mr. Bill" whenever his name came up.
So one year in Vegas, we take him and KK to dinner at Picasso. KK is also a long time good friend of mine. We had a great dinner listening to Brad tell us all about what he'd been up to. Talking about fishing tournaments where the all wore matching shirts, etc. etc. About half way through the night, Brad says, "so, I hear you guys do an impression of me"
KK (that snitching little bitch) must have told him about it.
We all respond with denials, "no, we really don't. nah, its not that good. No, we hardly ever do it"
he's like, "come on guys, I know about it, its ok. let's hear it"
The 4 of us look at each other, shrug, and then break out our Brad voices, regurgitating every single thing he had said at dinner. For the next hour, it was a high pitched tour de force.
The 6 of us were laughing so hard we couldn't breath.

And Brad was a great great sport. He was like a kid waiting to get shot with a water pistle and instead getting blasted with a fire hose. funny funny night.