Oh yeah Thanksgiving was absolutely wonderful. Bob Gagliano came over and we had a somewhat nice dinner. Ate a bunch of turkey and all the fixin's. Bob brought his signature canned cranberries which was a real treat. The meal itself was interesting. It was the first time I had ever seen someone pick out the pimentos in the green olives and eat them separately. After he detected I was annoyed he started putting the pimentos in his mouth and loudly annoucning "Hey, I'm a snake!". After dinner we relaxed and watched some football. I bet we pounded about a dozen chocolate milks. Then we had a arm wrestling competition which resulted in a tie. I probably could have taken him but I was pretty bloated from all the milk. We started drawing pictures of each other but I was having a hard time with the ace bandage I had just put on my wrist. And frankly his moustache is just too difficult to draw. It actually was a good time to stop because I was getting irritated with Bob peeling the paper off the crayons. I tried to talk him into a game of Clue but couldn't convince him. So after about 10 minutes of his nagging I agreed to a card game of war. The game was going fine until we started making obnoxious noises. While Bob was doing armpit farts I discovered that he brought a whole deck of aces which he had concealed under his sleeve like a pack of cigarettes. I started yelling at him and called him a cheater. He didn't like that so much and that's when he grabbed me by the ears and threw me to the ground and began stepping on my head. Lucky for him my Mom came in and broke it up as I was about to unleash the mother of all indian burns on him. At this point Bob was told to go home for the evening and not to come back until we could both behave like gentlemen. We'll see what happens next year.
Anyone else got the cabin fever.
