Oh God Why Internet

I just... oh God. I just... oh sweet Jesus baby-fucking Christ.
Holy fuck. Just... oh God, Internet. I hate you now, man. My eyes... my eyes will never be clean again.
ETERNAL BRIMSTONE-VOMITING LASER-LAUNCHING EVIL ANTI-JESUS IMPALED ON A POLE-MOUNTED DEMONIC CHAINSAW.
And I thought I'd seen bad things.
I'm not even gonna talk about this. I don't think my eyes, my soul or my karmic record will ever be clean again. To be more precise, I don't think they'll get any less than filth-encrusted and horribly ethically tainted.
I'm just gonna sit in a corner and try to forget about what happened. Maybe it'll work, and I won't have to remember it. Jesus, sweet Nega-Jesus.