My Thanksgiving day poem:
Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
Thank. Fucking. God.
PS. This post was longer but I took out all the stuff about toilet water so that it was more relatable to the mainstream public. Unless you’re also celebrating Thanksgiving in a house that was just flooded with two inches toilet water. Then you’re probably my husband. I have another poem for you. It’s called “I never want to hear you complain about my parent’s occassional lack of running water again.”
Comment of the day: I wish you’d fucking stop plagiarizing Emily Dickinson. No wonder you don’t have one of them “Blogging with Integrity” badges on your sidebar. ~ Marinka