Overthunk

Man, isn't that idyllic. I like this picture for its mixture of turkeyscat pseudo-history and potential for inventive captioning. Pilgrim Matron: Well, that makes sense! Dark meat for thee! Pilgrim Padre : (thinking to self) O, when shall the festivities make way for the after-feasting footy? King Lear (beruffed): I scent a treason and turning against upon the winds. Earl of Kent: I shall eat no fish. The venison smells sweet, however. Miles: Priscilla, I lay awake last eve with thoughts of thy sweet corn pudding! Priscilla : Mind your countenance, Miles! I mayn't stand closer than two feet to thee -- our elders condemn the wicked thoughts of handholding such proximity shall produce! Etc... Please! Add thy own! But most importantly, know that I am thankful for each of thee, dear blogpals, and PLEASE, enjoy thy feasting and football, and have a -------------------------------------- "You ever notice you never seem to get laid much on Thanksgiving? I think it's b...

Didja ever... ...get fired after one day of being a shitty telemarketer by a manager with B.O.? ...hide all the knives in the house so you wouldn't be killed in the night by someone you were sitting for? ...rend your own flesh asunder by gnawing? ...wrestle a hulking autistic girl to keep her from banging her head repeatedly on the wall? ...somersault gently from a crushed hulk of a vehicle into the warm, summer Arkansas grass? ...walk home, stoned and alone? ...get a whole barful of drunk college kids rocking out to Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me," then kiss a stranger upon leaving the stage? ...tramp through a Louisiana cornfield where bits of hay eerily whirled high into the air and where bears had recently been seen? ...spend most of an autumn day reading in an old horse trailer? ...listen to a schizophrenic grandma argue with people you can't see? ...start a paper cup fight of epic proportions at a now-defunct outdoor music festival? ...confiscate $600....