I’m thankful for the 10 beers and 3 shots of Jack that got me well on my way to obliteration last night.
I’m thankful for the nice young gentleman at the bar (probably only about 23 yrs. of age) that told me I was hot.
I’m thankful that I cannot remember anything that happened after midnight.
I’m thankful for my parents who took my child for the day so I can sleep off the hangover.
Fuck Thanksgiving, I’m over it.
Disclaimer: this post is not for the sentimental, the kind hearted, or the optimists – yes, I am cynical, yes, I am pissed off at the world, and yes, I am having therapy
Two Lazy Dogs 