As I type this, I am drinking some joe and chuckling at Schmoop’s bed head.
I have to work 10 A.M.-2 P.M. in order to make sure that the Bagwine pilgrims and pilgirlz have plenty of ale on hand with which to wash down their fowl.
I mentioned yesterday, that our Bagwine T-Day feast will consist of some type of fast food this year. Pizza was high on the list of probable choices.
Well last night, Pizza Bill stopped by work and dropped off a hefty amount of leftovers of his fan-damn-tastic pizza so we ate much of that last night. (Thank you very much by the way, Mr. Bill.) Thusly, no pizza today, well…I’m sure we’ll finish Bill’s up, but you know…
So, I think our Thanksgiving feast may consist of an array of delicacies from Taco Bell. That’s right, an American tradition celebrated with fast food ala Mexico.
It does make sense in a way. Just think…
If today was the first time that the pilgrims and Indians were gathering for a friendly feast to celebrate good will and the abundance of their harvest, who is it that would have harvested the crops?
Damn right…Migrant Mexican vegetable pickers. “Tote thy okra and load yonder maize, Paco. Here’s a dram of Sorghum for your troubles!!”
See…there is a connection…or something. Anyhoo…
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. In order to help you enjoy your Thanksgiving feast even more, please remember this:
When you scoop up a big spoonful of cranberries, look closely at them. Tell me they don’t look like hemorrhoids. Uh-huh. Food for thought from the Matt-Man.
Enjoy folks, and…