Headed back to the ancestral homeland this evening to get my Thanksgiving on. If you happen to see a guy in a Nissan on I 35 today, driving like Burt Reynolds in Smokey and the Bandit while being chased by the Highway Patrol, the INS, and an alien spaceship, you better clear a path. And if, in the midst of all the swerving, I happen to drop one of my lucky trolls that I have mounted to my dashboard, you are obligated to return it to its rightful owner.
It's highly unlikely that I'll be posting again until Sunday, as my family has decided to try a traditional Thanksgiving this year. The teepee my dad rented for this thing may have electricity, but I really doubt it'll have internet access. Also, I don't like my chances of figuring out how to use an authentic indian keyboard; I can see that thing being made out of acorns and squirrel blood, so it's smell you guys later for a while. Before I go, how about a Thanksgiving joke?
Guy 1: Knock knock
Guy 2: Who's there?
Guy 1: It's Dracula
Guy 1: Dracula who?
Guy 2: Dracula the Pilgrim
Guy 1: Jesus, what do you want?
Guy 2: I just wanted to wish you a Happy Fangsgiving! Now open up so I can suck your blood!
Guy 1: Hey, I though the indians were supposed to be the savages around here!