You have until the fall to live freely.

I'm sorry to tell all of you who want to dominate SL that you most certainly will not. Jaunani has seen the future. I was pressured by the powers that be to inform the public. I want you to know that I am doing this against my better judgement.

And after everyone puts on The Toastypants and conforms to my way of thinking (you may be wondering) who will hoist me high upon the pedestal if they're all busy shouting, "All avatars are equal, but some are more equal than others!"?????

Let me break it down for you:

No one will have the strength left in them to operate the pulleys and various pulley-like machines to get me to the acquired height of the throne atop the pedestal. Their will for supporting what they believe in will be no more than a mere reflection in the multitude of puddles gathering around their feet courtesy of the like-minded raindrops sent from above.

The ground will be soft with the memory of the last futile rebellion and give in to the awesome weight of the pedestal. A crack in the world will dance it's way from end to end and, along with my short rein, the fiber of the grid will splinter and each of us will gladly accept the free ride on the fragments left of the pedestal. We will endure the loneliness and chill cyberspace bears upon us. We will spend lifetimes gathering every last meter of the pedestal to rebuild a greater, more Toasty world.

Many of you will have died (including but not limited to: Ingrid) but I will remain, feeding off the vapors of your submissive loyalty. And when the time is right, the world will be born again under my rule, as it should have been to begin with. We will get things done right this time.

I am so sorry.

There was once a King on a tropical paradise island.

He liked to entertain, and was having a party one night. He needed some more room in his grass hut, as this party had grown quite large, so he had a couple of his servants haul his rather large bamboo throne upstairs.

The servants did so, and the King was quite happy!

A couple of hours, and quite a bit of of alcohol later, the King was making a toast to all his guests, when the throne came crashing through the ceiling, landing on the King and killing him instantly.

Moral: People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones...

toast,
i will support your ascension in exchange for a nice furry hat.
jauani

whatever it is.

"We don't Co-operate with Terrorists"

Fuzzy hat'ists on the other hand, we welcome with open smiley faces,


I demand a Vat of Strawburry jellow!

We know who's going down first!

One nation, under Toast...

With vegemite and grape jelly for all....

I'm scared of Vegemite

(He may or may not be a real man.... we'll see in 5 mins)

This isnt h0tdatewebsiteluv.com, Siggy. Stop posting your personal ad photos and finish the fort.

I'll have what she's having...

So life as usual for those of us who you already boss around?

YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH

Ha - I have the Miss Fabulous sash and I bow to NO ONE!

....How can you sayyyeeeeeaaaaayyyy I go about thing the wrong way.....

I think deep down Toast just needs a hug.

if you don't leave toast alone i'm going to kick you in the eyeball

Oh Snap

I have no idea what any of that meant but I enjoyed it immensely... unlike vegemite which is truly not fit for human consumption.

its an acquired taste. It's made out of the waste products from brewing beer. If you balance your beer intake with your vegemite intake, you're a conservationist!

I have to admit Vegemite does rather look like a byproduct of beer waste.

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It's good to be a legendary immortal critter in these matters.

You humans come and go, we're just bystanders sitting here with the popcorn.

.... Hope whoever follows knows how successful that popcorn thing was. I hope they have some too.

aren't you that chicken guy?

*ducks*

Don't you know that eggs are poison to gnomes?