No, it doesn't make sense, subject Toast.
Subject Vee, the light that shines in your eyes brightens up this dark night, and your presence brings joy to my cold, sad heart.
*Sits in the corner and smokes pipe*
I'll drink away the rest of my day,
Wonder what my liver'd say,
Drink,
it's I'll do
*Pours self glass of Vodka and downs in one*
*repeats*
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