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When you surfed over to Ten Ton Hammer's homepage yesterday, you noticed a rash of what
looked like Google
for gold selling services. The horror!
Had your favorite gold-seller-free network gone commie?
On closer inspection, some of you may have also noticed ads for things
like Boomjack Body Wash and Epiciagra (so you could "impress girls with
your own EPIC MOUNT!") At that point you may have sensed a chain being yanked. Then you checked the date--April 1, 2008. Gotcha!
a few of you off
(at least momentarily), confused a few
others, and hopefully made you laugh. The good news is that few of you
actually believed Ten Ton Hammer had gone to the gold sellers for more
than a confused minute or two. You know us better than that! We've had
a staunch anti-secondary
for quite some time now, and we intend to stay
that way. (Although the Boomjack Body Wash is not a lie! I bought some
husband just yesterday. It smells like a gaming convention. In
words, like eau de nerd sweat.)
And did any of you fear for a moment that Ten Ton Hammer's resident
funny men, Boomjack
were really leaving us? Hell, Coyote followed us home and we were dumb
enough to ask Mom if we could keep him. (He looked so cute at the time!
But then they grow up...) Now we can't seem to lose him no matter how
many times we throw a stick off the nearest really tall bridge. (He
won't chase it. He's lazy.) And Boomjack? Well, let's just say he made
us all an offer we couldn't refuse and none of us wants to end up in
the Witless Protection Program (see what I did there?) for ratting him
out. He stays. Capiche?
So, thanks for letting us have a little fun!
And you were so scared.