Salut!
Those sentimental blog postings can always be a blight on an otherwise cliche-free work of the written word. The thing is that sometimes it's important to give that shout-out to some people that can truly make you remember that every night you have the chance, you should be living up what remaining time you have left to be irresponsible and fun-loving. This is such a toast.
To the "Toasters" and everything that they represent.
Jeremiah: Pure, unadulterated property damage and vodka-fueled mayhem.
Dennis: It's all about leaving an impression. However bad or good.
Kellan: If you don't introduce yourself, then how are they going do know how cool you are?
Abel: Dude, it's time to fuck this place up. Seriously.
Will: Calm the fuck down. We've not yet begun to drink.
A toast... to getting toasted. Because sometimes, partying in excess is nothing more than remembering how young we are rather than how old we are. Thanks for one crazy summer and many more insane times to come.
posted by AmeroKafka @ 2:15 AM
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