Osaka Cherokee

Holy shit, I totally forgot yesterday was Thanksgiving until one of my boys on the basketball team came up to me and asked, "Isn't today the day you guys in America pick your crops or something like that?" I was like, "What the hell are you talking about...Wait! You mean Thanksgiving!" Maaaaaaan, Thanksgiving is so cool. By far the best holiday. How can you beat a day totally devoted to eating? The shittiest thing about Thanksgiving is the left-over turkey. That shit smells so horrible. Even in my pre-herbivore days I didn't eat left-over turkey. The smell and that decaying carcass taking up most of the fridge is enough to make me vomit.

I have to tell you a little secret about my wife. The woman is a habitual scissor mover. I, myself, am a habitual scissor organizer. I use scissors way more than the average human thus I ALWAYS put the scissors back where they belong. My wife on the other hand never ever ever ever puts them back. Every time I need to cut something I go berserk searching. Oh well.... If any of you have any idea where my scissors are please tell me. I have something that I really really really need to cut.

Song of the Day: Loretta Lynn- "Portland Oregon"