730

For some reason, I thought 735 was blipday, I shat myself slightly when a
friend casually mentioned it was 730.

Most of you are are warm, funny, special and real, some of you are frankly
a bit weird and scary, but then what's life without the imminent danger
of being punched with a fist made of cheese?
And the rest of you just like to rock yourselves to sleep in your gimp masks
banging your head against the wall in time to the theme tune from 'Eastenders'.

But I don't care.
I love you all as though you've all personally given me an organ.

You're my kind of people. x