Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I'm going to be out there on the front lines on Black Friday. Them bitches ain't seen nothing like me. I can clear them out with one swing of my big ass. Just kidding. I'll be sleeping in with my woman and won't get up until the Assassin jumps on the bed and make a nuisance of herself.

If you're flying for the holiday I hope you enjoy your pat down. I could go for a good after lunch pat down right now.

I can still hear my mother in the kitchen of our old house on Lawndale cooking on Thanksgiving morning. Is your mom's turkey dry? Then shut the fuck up and put some gravy on it.
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2 comments:

Red said...

As my Pops would say, "It's drier than a popcorn fart". And that's exactly how dry I like it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

November 23, 2011 at 8:26 PM
John Wroblewski said...

Turkey in the oven on the back porch (or deck as suburbanites would call it) in Woodland Shores having been cut up before it was incinerated.

November 26, 2011 at 5:35 PM

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