Crossed Giblets of Death MMXXIII

We’re close enough. Have at it.

 

(Note that this is not the same as Cross Giblets of Death, which are royally pissed-off giblets.)

 

Working Thursday as Thanksgiving really isn't a thing out here, save for certain expat circles. I did manage to snag a table at my favorite barbecue joint (which also does Fourth of July events) and will have the semiannual video call with the extended family on Friday after the Cornhuskers find their latest way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Other than the one uncle who constantly complains about my not living in the US, I'm looking forward to it. All the drama seems to be concentrated on the other side of the family these days.

 

Joe Biden’s old as dirt.

 

Joe Biden is six years older than Israel.

(Stolen from a late nite show)

And I welcome my XGOD overlords.

 

My next door neighbor’s oldest daughter came home today. She lives across state and is a school teacher. She brought home her girlfriend. Between her introducing the girlfriend to her dad and grandparents and her Dad being laid off from his job, it was an awkward AF Thanksgiving Eve Eve pizza party.

 

A girl's girlfriend is almost always a much easier sell than a boy's boyfriend. Sad but fact.

 

Great start to a Penthouse Forums Letter.

 

And we’ve reached the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Are bars still packed tonight like they used to be?

 

You couldn’t pay me to go to a bar tonight.

 

I can’t remember the last time I was even in a bar.

 

Is this the widower who abandoned his son to hang at the girlfriend’s house?