Happy national fat ass day!

It is nice to know that pretty much everyone in the United States today has spent their entire day stuffing their faces like fat asses. It's nice to know that I wasn't the only one eating, and eating, and eating, and eating.

Tryptophan + marijuana + marijuana fudge = LOVELY BUZZ.

 

Haha, I ate a normal amount of food for a normal day. However, my fridge is so full we may be living off of turkey until I can fit more groceries in there.

 

hellllllzzzzzzzzz yea :2thumbsup:

 

Canada change your thanksgiving day to ours so almost the entire continent can celebrate pigging out together.

 

Or we could change ours to theirs...and then have an earlier day to pig out.

 

Fuck that, Italians will never give up Columbus day and Americans as a whole will never give up a federal holiday

 

And that is why no one likes Americans. For shame!

 

Happy Turkey Day Everyone. Enjoy, because it's all about the leftovers now.

 

Whils't Your At It, Throw "Horsetralia Day" Into The Mix, And We Can All

Pig Out, And Get Pissed Together....

Here's To A "Worldwide Thanksgiving"...:cheers2:



Cheers Glen.


AFTERTHOUGHT:-......Methinks We Already Have One, It's Called XMAS..

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwHyuraau4Q"]YouTube - The Pogues & Kirsty McColl Fairytale Of New York

 

Good Lord. We have enough leftovers to last us until Rapture, lol. I shudder at the idea of all of our hard work spoiling, because there's a lack of mouths to feed. So, leftovers for breakfast? I think so. Breakfast includes everything: Turkey, stuffing, giblet gravy, cranberry sauce, spanikopita, macaroni and cheese casserole, buttermilk cornbread, squash casserole, and zucchini casserole. I am going to gain so much fucking weight, ha ha ha.

Also. . . apparently. . . turkey gives me weird dreams.

The last dream that I had. . . that I can recall:
Well, I remember sitting down in Papa John's by myself, ordering this gigantic motherfucking pizza--like enough food for three hundred people--and I even ate a couple of slices. Then, I went looking for a To-Go Box to take it home with me. I couldn't find one, so I went back to my table. When I got back to my table, the pizza was gone. . . someone had bussed my table and threw away the rest of my gigantic pizza. I had paid eight hundred dollars for this thing, so I was pissed off, and I went to complain to a manager. That manager just happened to be Cindy, my favourite manager from when I worked at Panera Bread. I told her what happened and she told me that they were slightly busy and that if I didn't want to wait for them to be able to remake it, that she would send a delivery pizza--another one of those gigantic ones--to my house, instead. So, I left. Then, I drove by Wynnsong 16 and I noticed the building was moving. The movie theater was rising, like something was pushing it upwards from underneath the ground. ( This is where my dream became one of those disaster scenarios. ) All of the rising caused the columns on top of the building to topple off and crash into everything below. I climbed up on top of the roof to see what I could do to stop it, but another column fell and it fell right into a Golden Corral, causing the building to completely collapse and killing all of those people that were inside it. Then, I started to feel that the building I was standing on top of was starting to collapse within itself, too. So, I got the hell out of there and hopped on a motorcycle and sped on home. On the way, I came across a curve in the road and when I came to the curve, I saw hundreds of multi-coloured faces that were hovering slightly above the asphalt. All of the faces looked like George Carlin. I had to swerve as to not hit them, but I ran over a couple of them, anyways.

Then I woke up, lmfao. I had some dreams before this one, but I can't remember what they were right now.