the shitstorm after the golden days
I return the wish of a lovely food coma, but, er, um, your blog title says it all. Therefore, I propose that we move Thanksgiving next year immediately after Halloween. Get hepped up on sugar, then gorge on dead bird and cranberry sauce so we don't even notice the implementation of martial law. Oh, and lots of booze.
Perfect plan, Randal. I'll bring the gin, the tonic, and the limes.
And the same to you, here and on the birdy blog.
Back at ya sweetie.
I'm going to ask Santa for a presidential impeachment for Christmas!
I'll believe in Santa if he gives you that give, GKL!
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