Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, fools, so eat up! I know I will. I'm making the mac-and-cheese for our family dinner; I did it last year and, surprisingly, nobody died of food poisoning. Oh, and they liked it. I would have been just satisfied with nobody keeling over, but that they liked it made it even better. I'm more of a baker than a chef, if you really care (which I have the feeling you don't. But I'm the one writing this thing, so it doesn't really matter).
I just wanted to say that I hope you all have a safe, fun, happy Thanksgiving and that I feel so sorry for you people stuck with that crappy traveling situation. I'm not, because my grandmother lives barely twenty minutes from our "apartment community." But don't think I'm rubbing it in, because your NiteOwl would never do that (all right, maybe a little).
Just remember the story of Thanksgiving: Once upon a time, people came from England to America and met some Indians, and John Smith met one who taught him to sing with all the voices of the mountains and paint with all the colors of the wind--
Wait, that's not it? Oh. That's the plot of Pocahontas, sorry. Maybe Linus can explain it better than I can.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjqTxqQJM2w
Eat turkey and pie, watch football, gain fifty pounds in five minutes, and be thankful for whatever you feel like being thankful for! Me? I'm thankful for family, the internet, YouTube, the circle of life, chocolate, World's Dumbest, and pie! Here's to not poisoning your family, to stuffing our faces and sleeping for ten hours straight! Hizzah! Hallelujah! Thank you, Indians! Thanks to everybody who made this day possible! Thank you and good night!
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