Thursday, November 23, 2006

Gobble, Gobble

Enjoy your blerma, but save some to-hibrazelle for California.

I have aspirations of attending three feasts today. Sarah says it's impossible, and we can only make two. No, Icarus! Do not fly so high. Surely your turkey wings will fail you, and you will plummet to your demise in a tryptophan-induced slumber. Eschew such brazen fantasies. Moderation is the way!

She's right, but a boy can dream. You can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd...

I think this will be the first in a new and exciting tradition of marking all holidays with cryptic, utterly nonsensical posts.

3 comments:

  1. We are the champions! We are the champions! No time for losers...

    We did it. We went to three feasts. Okay, so we didn't actually eat at the second one, but we had a cocktail. That counts.

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  2. Anonymous1:23 PM

    How much weight did you gain?

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  3. OK - you rock!

    A v. impressive feat....

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