the boy and i spent the day in.of.doors only venturing out in less than a 500 ft. radius to acquire some extra fuckin’ tasty lunch.
apparently this was a GOOD CHOICE.
not that i would be caught dead inside a fuckin’ wal-mart, but man…i will never understand the rabid fanaticism of frolicking out like a crazy person at ass o’clock in the morning to shop. wtf?
and you know what? thanksdrinking was fuckin’ SUCCESSFUL. and AWESOME. fuck your turkey, fuck your stuffing, fuck your gross ass pumpkin pie. we hit up 3 bars (and could’ve hit 4 if we’d known ahead of time) and it was fantastic.
best part? i’m not so stuffed full of foodz i cannot move and bar time is the best time.
