yeah, fools. I'm gunna be that cat. On Thanksgiving day. Yup, you read me right. I will NOT be the girl vomiting away her hangover. I'm going to be happy kitty face sitting at my big ass table hammering down pounds and pounds of turkey, mash peeeetatttes, broccoli cauliflower cheesy casserole, stuffing, cranberry sauce, biscuits with extra mega butter with gravy dumped all over everything. And when I'm done eating, I'm gunna eat some more.
You know how this is possible? Because I do not go out on Thanksgiving eve. I never understood that custom/tradition. Why on earth, when there are 364 other drinking nights in the year, would someone want to get so shitfaced that they can't hold down the most delicious meal of the year? I know you guys are gunna find this hard to believe, but for Elyse, food > beer. I'll get my blacking out taken care of on Monday, thank you very much. Enjoy your drumstick shaped vomit puddles in the toilet. NO PIE FOR YOU.
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