Let There Be Toast

We're cranky around here. And when we're cranky, we eat toast. And we speak in the third person. Why, you may ask? Well, fuck you.
We certainly don't put on tunes, Raging Bull on mute, and curl up on the couch with someone while talking about nothing, or not talking at all. Cause that would be nice. And we don't do nice around here. We do toast.
Hell, we don't even put on tunes, Raging Bull on mute, and curl up on the couch with a bottle of beer, cause we're out of beer.
So we eat toast, force ourselves to focus on editing a friend's article, and seriously consider doing dishes or cleaning out the litter box, hell, maybe even studying.
With toast.