I wish to say “you cock” to the following people:
Sister Patrick, Smarty Pants, The Iron Troll, His Nibs, Chops, Rilla, Schmutzie Pickles, Binary Kitten, Brielle, Melistress, Drang, Ferlak, Gaijin Quinn, Gayleen, The Rook, Jenn, Sacha, Tristan, Mike, Mike, Mike, Michael, and Mike, Scott, Scott, Scott, Adam, Blake, The Captain, The Nipper, Da, Aunts and Uncles, Crazy Lady, Jenn, Jen, Jen, Jennee, Jen, and Jennifer, Dave, David, Dave, David, Terry and Terry, Bne, TUO, R:taG, Jason, Jason, Jay, Jayson, James, James, Jim, John, Johnathan, John, Jon, Dan, Dan, Daniel, Dan, Tara, Ms. Pants and the Pantaloons, Wendy, Lynn, Thomas, Tom-Ass, Malcolm, Siochan, Snoozy, That Guy Getting Out of his Truck Right Now, Cara, Aelius, Big Troy, Neuba, Rasta Chad, Enthymeme, Viper Pilot, Kate, Tycho, Steve, Stephen, Kovbasa, Ms. Leopard Print, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Parmeisan, Mr. Smart, Vin, Vince, Bill, Bill, William, Noah, B-), Laurie, Laurissa, Laura, Em, Lasch, Brenda, Brenda, Jackie, Jacky, Jacqueline, Alan, Allan, Aiden, Aidan, Matt, Matthew, Mat, Mark, Mark, Marc, Mark, Janice, Janice, Darren, Darren, Der Kaptin, Eric, Erik, Eric, Ayla, Ayla, Shyla, Jeremy, Sean, Sean, Shaun, Shawn, Keith, Adrienne, Deb, Deborah, Deb, Carrie, Kerry, Cari, Cathy, Kathy, Anne-Marie, Rob, Robert, Rob, Robby, Rich, Richard, Richard, Don, Don, Cory, Cory, Mitch, Tracy, Shelagh, Chris, Chris, Kris, Kris, Chris, Deon, Woz, Wade, Brock, Casey, Amy, Todd, Todd, Simon, Paul, Paul, Paul, Trent, Trent, Kyle, Kyle, Kylee, Karen, Daryl, Darrell, Darcy, Tina, Mary, Dennis, Dennis, Kevin, Jeff, Jef, Jeffery, Walter, Michelle, Michelle, Liza, Rachel, Melba, Layne, Heather, Seamus, Trev, Joe, Joey, Andrew, Andrew, Drew, Ed, Edward, Bonnie, Erin, Aaron, Keir, The Ms. S, Ian, Iain, Ian, Ian, Yan, Jan, Calvin, Duncan, Duncan, Larry, Larry, and everyone else I may have forgotten to mention, who has made a difference in my life. And who continues to make a difference in my life.
I suck at ExMass cards (I have one on the dishwasher for Rilla, actually…I think I might wait for Easter), I staunchly despise mid-February, and I suck at phoning on a regular basis. But here’s the deal: you guys are awesome and I care about you a great deal. I won’t go so far as to say “I love you, mang”, because that would somehow diminish the impact of that particular statement when we’re drunk.
But you know it’s true. I do love you, mang.
Damn it. Now I have to come up with some *other* drunken expression of lurve.