WARNING:

To all bored teenagers, furious parents, internet trolls, indolent corporate employees, escaped convicts, intimidating government surveillance officials, pr0n-seekers, crusaders, vikings, pirates, ninjas, hobbits, ninja hobbits, students of Mr. Askew's 2004-05 American Literature class, and general surfers-o'-internet, male, female, or otherwise:

Your mom is a hulk smasher.

Realization of this fact may lead to such maladies as fever, chills, fever and chills, obtaining a "Devil Trigger" form, unwanted pregnancy (even if you're a dude), an uncontrollable desire to play the online game EverQuest, driving really fast, inexplicably large quantities of dead bats in your house, sudden total death, and even (God forbid) marriage to Jerry Garcia.

As such, we, the authors, don't give a crap.

If you are easily offended by explosive violence, extreme chaos, occasional and relatively mild misogyny, total war, guns, flames, rock 'n' roll, fast automobiles, any other "xtreem" activities, or, worst of all, opinions, or if you have somehow got it in your head that your mom is NOT, in fact, a hulk smasher, you may feel free to click the attractive "leave" button and be directed to a site more to your liking.

To all others:

Welcome.