

There's a dude named Toast. He plays guitar or bass and maybe drums in Ceremony. He prints their t-shirts, too. Their CD came out on Tuesday and they're going on a world tour that makes Metallica jealous.
I also like to call him (Toast, that is) the Karl Kontent editor. Any typo. Any Freudian slip. Any error at all, this dude catches it. Even things on the surface that don't appear to be errors, he takes the parts five sentences back, makes a point that your tenses are mismatching, you have a dangling preposition, and you're pronouns aren't matching the subjects and then he shamingly laughs at me. It's really intimidating and he scares me and for some reason, my experience with him makes me glad I'm not his child. But he's a good dude. A gooder dude than me most of the time.
And he has some pictures of him jumping out of a plane. What a life this dude leads. He prints shirts. He travels the world. He hangs out with supermodels. He has perfect grammar. And he flies with so much strength that he can carry another person on his back. He's a model American.
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And a not so subtle reference to the mysterious "him" WTK moment.
You're and gooder were my two intentionals, Sr. Toast.
"and you're pronouns aren't matching"That one's so obvious I almost think it was on purpose.





