H A P P Y T H A N K S G I V I N G A N D S O F O R T H
I'll be away for a few days, getting stuffed. Then I'll be put in an oven at around 350 degrees or so for about ten hours hours, and when fully cooked I'll be slapped onto a platter and served with all the usual crap that you find tables groaning 'neath the weight of this time of year.
In any event. I won't be writing much.
Because I'll be, you know, dead, and eaten.
