I’m pretty sure there was something about Thanksgiving I was supposed to write about here. Whatever it was it sure as shit seemed like it was funny at the time. In fact the boss, not even my immediate supervisor but the B (with a capital B even) oss even said, you should put this in your blog.
To which I countered, “give me a laptop and I will right now,” because beer makes me enthusiastic about bad ideas.
I’m glad it didn’t happen. Look after 40 beers things like, “Of course the USSR’s geo-political influence in the oil embargo of the 1970s cannot be ignored but that line of thinking only serves to minimize, I like boobies” comes out of my mouth and no one deserves that.
Also what the fuck is the Boss doing reading this crap? Anyone else asking themselves that question? Shouldn’t she be reading some sort of public affairs foreign policy think tank wonky shit?
I fear that during the next staff meeting she’ll utter something like, “And I want to really leverage our social media efforts on this, get with Jason and talk to him about his initiatives in that area, tell him you have my full support. Also boobies.”
Anyway whatever the joke was … it was, trust me, funny. I mean not as funny as getting whipped in my boxers wearing a cowboy leather jacket in front of a friend – that’s kind of a high-bar, you know?
But still it WAS funny.
If I told you right now, you’d totally be laughing. So even though you’re not laughing right now rest easy in the knowledge that had I remembered you’d totally be laughing your tits/balls off at this very moment.
And really, isn’t it the thought that counts?
I mean I, having forgot what was so funny that night, still thought enough of you
to do this update. Without the fucking joke mind you, I wrote this all in an effort to make sure you knew that if I had remembered I’d have shared it here, for your enjoyment, because I love you fuckers just that much.
Tis the season and all.
I also want to point out that I have just wasted almost an entire Microsoft word document page writing a big joke about the joke I forgot. I mean that’s also got to count for something. Three hundred and forty- four words to explain “I forgot the joke” … I even amaze me.
Anyway it was a good fuck thanksgiving. I know I personally led the competition on broken beer bottles (Todd 3, everyone else 0), making an ass of yourself and inappropriate remarks for $200. So that’s good stuff.
I was reading, on some internet message board today, stories about extended families annoying each other during Thanksgiving and being overseas I sometimes wish I could annoy the hell out of some family but, it’s not to be. More so than other holidays, namely because it is such an American holiday, American’s living overseas I think tend to congregate into clusters for Thanksgiving.
And cluster we did.
Before we had Thanksgiving dinner a baby puked on me, which is only noteworthy to people that don’t have babies, like me. Take that, other non-baby having people! In. Your. Face!
The family that hosted us does that ‘everyone holds hands for grace’ thing. My family was more the join your hands together to pray kind of deal.
“No one touch anyone else damn it, we’re about to pray” was a very common phrase during our families’ Thanksgiving celebration.
Both, in my retarded opinion, are pointless but why should we make a giant circle? Does God like that more? If so why? God’s weird I tell you, weird. It’s as if Gods thinking, “Well I’d totally bless your family and keep those guys in harm’s way safe but you’re all not holding hands in a giant circle so, fuck that.”
Maybe it’s a thing where if you have more than one person doing it, it’s got more power? That’s the issue with prayer, there’s no way to measure how effective it was. We had like 20 people holding hands in a circle prayer. What if the cut off is 21 people? As in 20 people has just enough ‘pray-power’ to ALMOST get to God but not quite. With 21 you’re a solid in.
It’s thoughts like these that got me removed from most Sunday Schools when I was little …
We had a no crap, honest to god, German at our thanksgiving. She’s dating one of the younger guys I work with (I think they’re TOTALLY having sex – don’t tell anyone) and came to Thanksgiving. Turns out she lived in New York for years so this story is kind of pointless.
Anyway happy belated Thanksgiving all, this would have been a rockin’ Thanksgiving update if I had just remembered the joke.