What's this holiday about again? How we prevented a Turkey Uprising back in the days of fashionable hosiery? Or something with Indians. How they saved our asses back in the Great Turkey War. Did you know they didn't even eat potatoes back then? They thought they were poisonous for some reason. That's right, I heard that shit on the current.
My Thanksgiving is tomorrow, Friday. Don't ask. Suffice it to say I am grateful that I won't have to watch any Thanksgiving TV today. DVDs all the way. Actually, it's so nice out today. I'm going to walk to Caribou (they're open! Yeah!) and drink coffee and continue plowing through All the King's Men. My Thanksgiving dinner? A tasty delicious Red Baron pizza.
Life is good. I'm grateful to be alive. I love you all. Even you, bitch.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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6 comments:
Thanks for including me, Dave. Until the last line, I wasn't sure if your good wishes extended out to me, as well. Gracias, amigo.
Happy delayed Thanksgiving!
Thanks, Dan! You too, baby!
Gobble gobble gobble
Destroy!
-MegaGobble
Excellent! And don't the bitches need that every once in a while; to let them know how appreciated they are?
Definately! I'm definately pro-bitch!
So how was it?
(Shrug)
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