We Hahahas have been yanking people's chains since before Twain rode in on Haley. Old Clemmy, as we called him, was a third cousin, four hundred and fifty-two solar systems removed, from the Hahahas, but I am told he was well liked by the family, even though when he rode Haley back home he said we didn't know which end of the mule humor came out of, but that branch of the family was always inclined to exagerate the negative, where as we are inclined to simply exagerate. But enough about the Hahahas.
Before I move on to less productive enterprises, I would like to give you my solemn pledge that you will always come first here at Clarity Hahaha. Because you always come first, I am not going to yank your chain with promises I have no intention of keeping. So, here's the thing. If you had a life, you wouldn't be roaming around the internet to begin with. Since you clearly don't have a life, don't expect to find one here. Should you find one here, Clarity Hahaha strongly recommends that you join the NRA, that august group which has done such wonderful work protecting your right to blow your brains out, and then make use of that right.