And made a trucker hat to commemorate that fateful and glorious day. They thought the Interwebs was singular, and they will pay dearly for their blaspheming ways. But until then, the line starts here for prostrating thineself before your Ruler.
If you really want to buy one (and you should - these will become rare and valuable cultural artifacts after ), simply click where text magically becomes underlined and colorful.
“My young son asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and worms eat our bodies. I guess I should have told him the truth - that most of us go to Hell and burn eternally - but I didn't want to upset him.”