Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure one of those is mine. I'm pretty sure that at least other 20,000 FReepers have, out of what could only be called morbid curiosity, delved into what our ancient ancestors correctly identified as an infernal abattoir of the mind, rife with the putrid odor of burning mental sewage, blasted by an unending cacophony of shrieking harpies and lost wailing souls, and thoroughly plagued with Despair, Madness and Hate, much like a wet, rotting corpse stuffed with snarling maggots.
Kinda entertaining, for shock value. Gets old fast. I haven't stopped by in over 2 years. Don't plan on going back.