Crossed Giblets of Death 2010 -- Season 666

I will be eating myself into a turkey and mashed potato coma on Thursday then sequestering myself somewhere to watch football on Friday.

Right now I'm hiding from my nieces and nephews in the basement at my folks' place.

 

Just arrived at my door: A big box from The Popcorn Factory.
Inside: A giant tin of popcorn/cheesecorn/caramel corn.
The Note: Thanks for having me, looking forward to meeting all of you! --Rhonda

I ask in all seriousness:

WHO THE FUCK IS RHONDA?

 

classic! 8) 8) 8)

now it's officially thanksgiving...

 

Alice, Alice, who the fuck is Alice?

 

Catching the red eye to Tampa at midnight Thursday morning. It'll be my first thanksgiving with the family since 2006. Gonna see the cremains of my recently deceased cats and the ever swelling belly of my 8-month-pregnant sister-in-law. Other than that, beers and cigars on the porch with my dad and brother.

This is just too nice. Somethings bound to go awry.

 

Text to sister: Do we know a Rhonda?

Code:

wtf do u mean

Who is Rhonda, she sent a gift thanking me for inviting her.

Code:

u invitd some1 u dont no? what r u making

I didn't invite any Rhonda, I don't know what this means.

Code:

Emmah wants maceronie stuffing, can u make

 

Heading to Vegas. Sadly, that's suddenly become an annual TGiving tradition for my family. What that says about us is too pathetic to contemplate!

 

I wish we were related.

 

You don't know hatred until you've faced a Vegas 21 dealer on Christmas morning, who proceeds
to tell you straight-out to go home and spend time with your family.

True story.

 

Times like these, I really wish there was a shadow thread on the subscriber board.

 

Is it bad that I don't even know what this means??