Aha! To be astounded. An army of assholes, an association armed with an arsenal of asinine ambiguously adult anonymity. This antiquated armada, no mere attack force, is an astounding assembly of articulate aristocrats. Assuming the collective affliction has not abruptly atrophied, another day of ardent internet arguments arises. Under the ambiguous aegis of internet anonymity, all annoying assertions may be announced with reckless abandon. Apology? Do not forgive. Alas, I am aflutter. After the anticipation.

You may call me Anonymous.