This one, this vial of virtuous poison, this "one," goes out to all of our brain cells (may they rest in peace) whom were massacred in triumph. On a groggy thursday midnight they met their end, suffocated in a smokey haze. For our mirth we will remember them fondly today so our guilt (though who's only prisoner is ourself) will not get the best of our conscience when we forget them tomorrow.
Celebrate our sacrifice now, because in 20 years when by the audience of our own progeny we will honestly question "where is my mind?" And, heaven will have no answer for those at fault.
Remember our lost aides, otherwise they were lost for naught as none here can honestly say they really remember last night.
-Dan
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