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well, I'LL TALK ABOUT THANKSGIVING, TOO! i drank an entire bottle of kalua. while my dad was not talking about some random black baby in florida who called him "bitch" and "miii" cause he could not pronounce "mike," he was asking how my boyfriend was, every time i see him i tell him i broke up with him 10 months ago, and how i am too tall, i have been the same height for 10 years. some other stuff happened, BUT WHO CARES, REALLY?!?! IT'S NOT AS IMPORTANT AS THE MURDER OF AN ALMOST ENTIRE RACE. rock on, america.