Monday, November 23, 2009

thanks.


the worst thanksgiving story, EVER...and go.

5 comments:

Mahana said...

We were invited to a fried turkey thanksgiving but they completely underestimated how much turkey they would need for everyone the invited. And not everyone brought a side dish like they were told to so I left that thangsgivibg dinner Hungry! Worst thing ever!

Steve said...
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Steve said...

One Thanksgiving… The Cowboys game was on TV. Oh, yeah, that happens every Thanksgiving. Effin' Cowboys. Eff them. Stealing the Lions' tradition and trying to make it their own. Effers.

kerith.is.disaster said...

you know the movie "stand by me" where they tell the story about the pie eating contest? and how the boy makes a plan to make EVERYONE start throwing up because they were so terribly mean to him?? well, one thanksgiving we drove a few hours to my aunt's house to celebrate, sidenote: you must know that i have the world's most sensitive stomach especially when it comes to car rides, so we sit down to eat and right there AT the thanksgiving table, my car sickness hits me and i BARF and BARF and BARF until three other people start BARFING and BARFING too!! and we were all at the table when it happened, so no one wanted to eat any of the food that everyone had spent so long making. my family left very soon after with out heads hung low...

happyfamily said...

This Thanksgiving we are in Hong Kong and we had dinner at the temple with a bunch of other Americans and some temple workers. It was a really nice dinner- the temple president's wife made everything. Then the 30 people that were there started in on the sharing what you are most thankful part of the dinner. In the middle of that Camille needed to go to the bathroom so I took her and was holding the baby too. Then the baby threw up alllllll over me and all over himself and then I had to walk through all of these reverent people in my vomit covered self to retrieve all of my stuff so I could change the baby, and then I had to walk through all the reverent people again to retrieve all of my family so we could go home early in a vomit-smelling taxi.

Why do holidays have to have so much vomit?