From its pigception,
this thread has been a corpulent, non-stop joyride.
Safe wasn't really its speed, we realized from the beginning,
so enjoying prison, waiting for the knock and stalkerchilding
were promptly and flawlessly delivered like mulch on our driveways.
A high-calorie feast of literary delights best served hog,
including thought-provoking conversations with bathroom accesories,
inner organs, sex toys and multiple-dimensions' alter-egos.
Tweets worth their weight in bold blurred the thick red line
between actors, law enforcement and audience multiple times,
in a fatsinating blend of humour, arrogance and hugeman nature
no single 1.2 GPA mind could have ever envisioned on its own.
Always defiant to every regulation dictated by common sense,
this recollection of real-life self-sabotage situations had it all,
from broken hammers till hammered chins:
we all screamed and sometimes squealed in glee.
How can a single thread become so big and so fat this fast?
Sometimes, truly exceptional questions are the only answers.
I propose then, a toast that can bring all of us together,
regardless of optics, targets, bitch tits or tactics,
to celebrate the Vroom, the Pat, and The Smugly.
Here's to you, Rick Tomlinson Fart:
a Real Automanic and Torque Wheeler at heart,
I present you a little gift of birthday art.
May you stealth geekly 'til death do us part!
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