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...

It's also THOR'S DAY!!! So eat up, drink up, and battle valiantly on the way to Valhalla. I was going to insert a nifty Thanksgiving card here for you all, but Blogger is being a jive turkey. So you just have to imagine a lovely card with pumpkins and a cornucopia and stuff on it, that reads: Happy Thanksgiving -- May you always have much for which to be thankful! And underneath that in my Trebuchet hand, I've writ, "If you're reading this, I'm thankful for you!" And thus it is true, though it is only a vision in thy head. So shall it be written, so shall it be done. Happy T-Day to thee and thine, pilgrims!