In the afterglow of Thanksgiving, I’d like to take a moment to be thankful...Dear Lord, I’m thankful that social media did not exist when I was that age. I’m thankful that I never got herpes or a DUI or even a bad tattoo. I’m not sure how I managed that, but thank you forever and ever. Amen.
Running for president, while a gift to the country if you are a good and ethical and visionary person, comes at a cost to your family. A cost bigger than a puppy can fill. I am glad we had Obama as a leader. I want his daughters to have the happy, healthy, private lives that they deserve. I am sure he’s aware of what…
The #dogsinbowties on Instagram features a ton of my Fusilli looking like this.
Charles has had enough of your nonsense, and will pull this car over, if he has to.
Ha! Here’s my 9 week old Harlequin and his 3 year old Merliquin sister.
Maddy, First in the Corgi/Mini-Aussie Class, loving herding camp:
This side eyeing little shit is Charles
This is Danny. My wife and I adopted her about 2 months ago. She’s a pointer, pit bull, Chihuahua, German Shepherd and a bunch of other things mix. She’s super high energy and can be pretty damn annoying at times, but she’s mostly great
My giant Great Dane puppy and my old cocker mix.
I think it’s both. It sounds like black people everywhere eat dressing, and most white people in the deep south eat dressing, but white people in the rest of the USA eat stuffing.
Yeah, dressing/stuffing seems to be more of a North/South thing than a racial thing. - White person who grew up only ever eating cornbread dressing.
Everything else, right down to the dull Taylor Swift lyrics seems to be spot on though.
“White people eat stuffing. Black people eat dressing.”
New Year’s is six weeks away.
White person here, and I assure you that we did not sign off on pineapple in Mac and Cheese. We don’t want that guy either. Everyone knows that you can put meat in Mac and Cheese, but any sort of fruit needs to stay the hell away.
Who invited the white guy?
I walked into my eight year old sons room yesterday. It smelled like and acrid toxic fart cave (worse than musty). It is not a common smell in the room and it was lingering like that guy at your college party who really wants to join your social circle.
My dad has molds of pilgrims and he pours butter in them. Every thanksgiving we get a pilgrim to behead and spread on cornbread. We like the big meal and he tells stories from both our cultures.