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The day of thanks and stuff

November 26, 2010

I coughed.  I played with legos.  I watched some football.  I learned about Clarence “Kick” Buttowski and Gunther.  The dog made my sister-in-law nervous.  I drank an obscene amount of some foul apple pie liquor.  I swore in more inventive ways and with more passion than usual.  I laughed.  A lot.  I ate some food, but no pie.

I didn’t run and I didn’t really have to get up early this morning other than to open the door and let the dog out and crash on the couch.

No bloodshed.  Only a few tears.  Not too much food thrown.

They say Charlie don’t surf, but I think they’re wrong.

Somewhere else in the world, nobody gave any of it a second thought.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. November 27, 2010 6:24 PM

    I worked. Fuck you.

    • November 27, 2010 6:30 PM

      Ain’t you one them furriners? You don’t got no holiday anyhows!

  2. November 30, 2010 12:11 AM

    And fuck you again for that.

  3. December 2, 2010 11:32 PM

    At least I come by it honestly.

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