Thursday, November 25, 2010


The world will end in gravy and all that will be left is our desire to save ourselves (some room for dessert). We no longer have the luxury of viewing the world through cranberry tinted goggles. Our oppressors will mash us under their boots like so many potatoes. Over the beans and through the red cabbage, forests of carrots and peas impede our every step, and then we reach the promised land...and it is not what we thought, oh no, we're too late. The turkinator has been awaiting this day of vengeance and his bloodthirst will be sated.

Plus football.

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