AN ODE TO THE OLD SCHOOLERS ON MY FLIST

[taleya]

A TOAST!


- The mad fucker who knits zombie chickens and is an absolute goddess *Toasts*
- The train-building lecherous old fart with a delightfully wry sense of humour *Toasts*
- The published writer who nevertheless paddles in depraved pools with absolute glee *Toasts*
- The woman with a heart beyond compare, whom I am honoured to have known for so many years, despite The Hat she sent me *Toasts*
- The metal-screeching game-faced bastards who are utter fuckin' marshmallows and take over my couch far too little. *Toasts* *Toasts* *Toasts*
- The frankly terrifyingly brilliant astrophysicist, as unstoppable as McKay but with twice the tact *Toasts*
- The hard working motherfather who manages to outdo even my batshit propensity for self-injury and her lovely wife *Toasts*
- The bastard ren-fairing english man who is indeed the lord of fiendishness *Toasts* (AND YOU STILL OWE ME A NEW POOL CUE YOU FUCKER)
- The evil minded demongod, who truly takes the "the" out of "psychotherapist" *Toasts*
- The batshit nintendo comedienne who loves to pick on public church proselytisers *Toasts*
- And finally, my lord, my master, the only one I can be weak to, and the only one who allows me to be strong. I would give you sloppy kisses, but you're asleep atm and would probably hurl a rat at me. MWAH *Toasts*

AND ALL THE REST OF YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARDS! QUEERS AND STEERS, THE LOT OF YOU. I SALUTE YOU!

BUT YOU STILL CANNOT HAVE MY HAT.