Nov 24, 2011 13:06
[Bro is on the beach in a garden zone. He also has several cases of beer, a turkey, and a large metal vat of oil that is currently heating over a fire. Also, he is wearing only hideous smuppet print swim trunks, his hat, and his glasses. Once again, he's just over the hill from Jack's Hobolounge, because he's the worst neighbor.]
Yeah, greetings and fucking salutations, Sacrosanct.
[Mmmm. Beer.]
In America, which is a real thing, today would normally be Thanksgiving. Don't even fucking question this, I know it deep within my Texan heart here. My body cries out for murdering a large dinosaur and then deep frying its ass. Which I'm about to do here.
[Punctuated with another swig of beer]
So anyway today's also a day for thankfulness, so here we go. I'm thankful for beer and I'm thankful for cheer, I'm thankful for bein here 'cause it lets me steer clear of that black cloaked chevalier, the Grim Reaper; I'm thankful for breath and for avoidin Death, you get the picture so let's not adhere to the stricture of sticking to the subject; I'm thankful for rhyme and I'm thankful for the time to spend to learn to mend the damage I've done to my fam, my crew my clan, Striders all three standin tall, you see? So yeah, thankful for this chance to ameliorate, for my skill to syncopate, so y'all remember it's never too late unless you let it be.
[He raises a beer to the screen.]
Someday, you'll see.
[CHUG. And then he carefully puts that turkey in the oil and manages not to tip over the pot or splash the oil]
Anyway the point is that I can't eat this whole turkey by myself so everybody's invited. Bring your own sides; I got you covered for birds and booze. Also somebody should totally catch a dinosaur so we can see if it's as good as turkey.
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