Crossed Giblets of Death 2010 -- Season 666

We've already had Thanksgiving here in Canuckistan but this time of year can mean only two things - the Crossed Giblets thread and the Return of the Flat Sheep of Mimico.

 

I think she is one of "Lyle's" bingo friends from the senior center. I don't even think her name is Rhonda but Lou calls her Rhonda.
Last summer when you had me drive him to his haircut he was humming "Help me Rhonda" . I asked him if he likes the Beach Boys and he told me about the summer of '64 he spent surfing on Southern California. Maybe you should work some Beach Boys tunes into your Thanksgiving mix.

 

If my mother hears you call him Lyle, you are a dead man walking.

We are way ahead of ourselves here, except to say that Lou has a new, um, friend, who thinks Lou is her husband Lyle. And Lou seems to agree.

 

If Lou is getting laid, he probably doesn't care what she calls him.

 

Define getting laid, and I'll get back to this.

 

On my way to my cousin's house for our usually boring Thanksgiving. Her husband keeps the house so cold, that I have to sleep wearing 3 or 4 layers of clothes and a hat. And often a Thermacare heat wrap.

 

I'm sick, my back is screwed up, I broke my finger Saturday, I've got a buttload of studying and finance homework, and people are coming to our house for the holiday.
Worst Thanksgiving I've known.

 

Yeah but hey you finally won a game in fantasy this week. Chin up, Buck.

 

Whatever.

 

I really can't continue until I know how the beloved Buck broke his finger.

 

I take it your sister still hasn't mastered texting in English, not teenager.

 

Maceronie. Seriously.

She has a Ph.D in something, I can't remember what.