Last. Night. RULED

in that American Beauty Lester kicks ass kind of way.
That was the most fun I've ever had being single.
I danced, danced, danced, danced, and danced some more.

but that was then.
This is now.

Operation: Turkey Day begins.... NOW!

(stay tuned for more humorous updates.)

Dude, where's my turkey?

(This should have been posted an hour ago.)
ring. riiing. riiiiiing.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mishak. This is Silas. I think I forgot to pick up the turkey from you last night. Can I get it before you head out."
"Dude, I gave you the turkey already."
"Are you sure?"
"Dude, I threw the turkey at you and you caught it. Didn't it?"
"You know what? You did, it's probably in my car.
"Sweet!"
"Sweet! See you later,"
"Bye."
"Bye."
*click*

Stop or my Turkey will shoot!

It hasn't fired yet, but it's getting ready. The shiny, red, candy-like button sits there, taunting us. Fortunately it's wrapped in an oven bag, because the little bastard has quite a mouth on him. Buttons should be seen and not heard, after all.

The soup is simmering, it's probably time to get more stuffing ready.

(no subject)

DINNER IS SERVED!!!!

OMFG THE MEAT IS JUST DROPPING OFF THE BONE !!!!1!!!11!!