Thanksgiving. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways: I love
how you allow us to over indulge ourselves in tons of tasty turkey
and sumptuous stuffing and cravable corn and positively preposterous
potatoes and etc., etc.
am thankful for the food, sure, but also for college football.
And for the Detroit Lions game too. During the time that it takes
the women to cook my food I just veg out in front of the tube
and go piggie on the chips and salsa. And I'm usually pretty
sloshed when dinner time rolls around thanks to my personal and
traditional 12 pack of John Courage.
thankful that I always get a drumstick (even when I have to beat
the crap out of and sometimes stab family members for it). I'm
thankful that I'm not expected to drive those family members
to the hospital after they pass out or find any blood leaving
thankful for the ability to belch and scratch like a king. I'm
thankful for the fact that when everybody is busy cleaning dishes
I can kick the cat with impunity. I'm thankful for porn... but
that's a gimme. I shouldn't even have to say that.
thankful for boobies. And nice, shapely female legs. I'm thankful
for gorgeous Scottish redheads and wish that more of them would
stop on by Casa del Rosshombre more often.
finally, I'm beyond thankful for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I'd bone all the chicks on that show in a micron (well, except
for Tara, cause she's chunky)."