What follows is a verbatim transcript of a Twitter DM exchange I recently had with Same Sad Echo. You may draw your own conclusions.

Same Sad Echo: And so um...how about a call for sports victories on SS tomorrow? Or maybe haikus about diarrhea.

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Same Sad Echo: And so um...how about a call for sports victories on SS tomorrow? Or maybe haikus about diarrhea.

(Note how Same Sad Echo's handle and DM both conspicuously reference the SS. I think we can read between the lines, here)

Same Sad Echo: Thanks twitter for sending that twice

Miserable Shitehawk: Yeah, hell yeah. We'll do sports victories tomorrow. Moments of epic sports glory.

(Several days eventually went by before I got around to this. Sue me.)

Same Sad Echo: Actually, could we do haikus about diarrhea instead?

Miserable Shitehawk: Uhh...sure. How come?

Same Sad Echo: I'm actually a lot more familiar with diarrhea than I am with sports glory.

Miserable Shitehawk: Oh, ha, from having kids?

Same Sad Echo: Oh, yeah, that too.

Miserable Shitehawk: ?

Same Sad Echo: Well, you know, having kids and, well, having dinner.

Miserable Shitehawk: Dinner??

Same Sad Echo: Yeah, you know. Dinner.

Miserable Shitehawk: Man, what the hell are we talking about right now. Seriously.

Same Sad Echo: Diarrhea and dinner. You do the math, pal.

Miserable Shitehawk: I sincerely hope you are joking right now. I have never hoped for something so much in my life.

Same Sad Echo: love too have dinner//diarrhea is the best//too have for dinner

Miserable Shitehawk: What in the absolute hell is going on right now.

Same Sad Echo: ...

Miserable Shitehawk: Oh God. Oh dear God. No.

Same Sad Echo: ...

Miserable Shitehawk: ...

Same Sad Echo: Ha ha! Yes. This was all a joke. Totally joking! Totally not being serious at all about having diarrhea for dinner.

Miserable Shitehawk: man...

Same Sad Echo: So, how about those athletic victories? Boy I sure can't wait to write about my athletic victories.

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Miserable Shitehawk: [posts Sidespin writing prompt for stories of athletic glory]

Same Sad Echo: [rather conspicuously fails to participate]