Done.

Done. Come around and post some stuff, buddy.

I think that's the default setting for all the Kinja sites when you first visit them, but I might be wrong. It's certainly nothing I've setup manually, that's for damn sure.

One more time, just so everybody gets a chance:

Interesting fact: If they continued that zoom in far enough, you'd be able to see that Stockton's genome spells out a recipe for perfectly flavorless rice cakes.

Jesus. I think we can all agree that it's only a matter of time before that scary fucker wigs out, flips, and saws an innocent spectator's head off in a blood-spurting frenzy of whirling blades and shrieking and the stench of hot motor oil.

Ha!

That's hilarious.

Ha!

+1

[dying]

Oh man, this is a Level 12 (The Bad News Bears Go To Japan) on the Levels of Teen Wolf Tooitude Sca—[devoured by wolverines]

+1

Oh man. +1

Language, assholes!

As you requested.

Done, and done!

OK, OK, I guess I should clarify. You're really not supposed to post the shit. You're supposed to rub the shit on your hooters.

Indeed you are. Feel free to post shit over there.

Also, I made you an author over there. Feel free to create new posts to express your loathing of Same Sad Echo.