happy two-eight, bridgette
Ten words uttered, in their appropriate (if that word can be used here) contexts, ‘round my Thanksgiving table:
cyst
colostomy bag
giardia
child molester
pornography
salmonella
meth
eugenics
And that’s pretty much all you need to know. It was a rite of passage for me, my first holiday-movie-esque Comedy of Errors type Thanksgiving: offensive conversation, spoiled sour cream in the mashed potatoes, missing turkey. And all right here in my own living room.
Gobble, Gobble.
posted by tortaluga @ 9:39 PM
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