I might as well get this out of the way: for those you are interested, and for those of who aren't, just sit tight. My turkey day was fine; the Packers won. I listened to Arlo Guthrie's “Alice's Restaurant Massacree.” And that's all I got to say about that. See, it wasn't that bad. Hang on- I hope everyone's cool with “turkey day,” because there are some pretty up-tight Thanksgiving purists. Wait a minute, isn't that the purpose of a purist? Anyways, this shall not be a vigorous tale of viernes del negro con las muchas personas loca. First, if someone understood my “Spanish,” congratulations. I can't believe I remembered words and etc. Second, I can't see myself actually writing about Black Friday, anyways. It's more about this...
The boy that grew up to be a footrest, Dipping into the 1st international bank of Dusty, The reason people like R2-D2 is because he's white, After being sodomized, Lime, lime, oh and have I forgotten to mention lime, Oh wait there was also some peach, Well at least one point during that escapade,Learning how to hug, “Okay… something just isn’t kosher here.” Punk needs more ukuleles, Ooo that's “caramelly,” How the hell do you get lost in a driveway? Oh, Jim Gaffigan, you and your Hot Pockets jokes. “They're eating her... and then they're going to eat me... OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Okie dokie, woot, woot, lime.
I won't lie. Out content is pretty off-the-wall and might sound like the ramblings of a schizophrenic or just an avant-garde off beat poem. Who's really to say?
Well the best to answer that is probably me. There are only a handful of people who have a remote clue of what this about: those being friends. Being Thanksgiving and all, my friends had come back from their respected schools, Marquette, UWM, St. Norbert, and of course the always forgotten Whitewater.
I could say the weekend started after school, but I have the strangest feeling that's been done before. So I'll say the weekend started at MacDons with Rachel and Peter, and the taste of a McGangBang. Oh, and some very salty French Fries. Moving along, eventually Cody had gotten word that we were hanging at MacDons and making comedic observations. Eventually, I left and went to his house. Cody was explaining how Stueven was planning things for us to do and really wanted us to have fun. To put it Biblically, it was going to be the shit. Then there was also some Pibb involved, however it was rather watery, wink, wink. Also there was lime. Before long, Dusty showed up. Before actually doing what Stueven had planned, we were all invited to a mini-reunion with other Howards Grove graduates. After that, we managed to get back to Stueven's and the hours of debauchery had begun. Before long it was time to leave. Well, walking back to my vehicle, I questioned Stueven's coolness level, but more importantly, when did this all go down? I mean, shit, since when did Stueven get so cool?
The next day, Thanksgiving, wasn't that much different, except that we had watched a terrible cult film, Troll 2. With lime. On Black Friday, I wasn't the crazy one to get up early, let alone even going to a retail store. My Black Friday was spent at Music Boxx where I found Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant; weird, it's like completing the circle or something. I also found Santana and Elephant's Memory. Cody had gotten the Black Key's new single, “Lonely Boy” on a 12” single, which also had a reverse groove; that's pretty neat! Dusty purchased a new vinyl of Dream Theater's Metropolis Pt. 2: Scenes from a Memory. That was about it for actual shopping on Black Friday for me and/or us. Well, maybe not Dusty, since he had gotten a winter coat. The day eventually ended with us going to Stueven's house, though there wasn't Stueven to be found. However it wasn't a total loss. We got to see the movie Kick-Ass and had an adventure to get a Wal-mart pizza. That adventure included fruitlessly mining for CDs in a seemingly bottomless bin. By the time we had gotten back, it seemed as if we hadn't ever left; Carter and Phil were still in the same places and playing Madden 10. We did watch The Big Lebowski, but sadly we didn't finish it.
Everyone went out to breakfast on Saturday. I didn't. Well that's a dead topic. That's weird. Why even bring it up? I don't know, remorse? Or maybe it was just to help lengthen this. I guess I like to breathe life into one's interest, and quickly. Hey you know what's interesting? Canoeing and kayaking. Well, maybe their “Whitewatered” definitions. Hours had passed and we listened to records at my home until we got the go-ahead from Stueven. There, we finished The Big Lebowski and watched other movies. When Urkel & The Doctor from Star Trek: Voyager are the only real actors in the whole film, you just know it's got to be good. Okay, I lied, there's also a gay pornstar. And I can’t forget to mention the most realistic-looking mega shark and crocosaurus that I have ever seen. Mixing that together with several snide comments and smart-ass questions, one would get Mega Shark Versus Crocosaurus. I won't say what happens, the title says it all. (Oh by the way, Dusty, you were right about Urkel being in the movie.) Anywho, though everyone really would've liked to continue with another terrible movie, it just didn't happen. With lime. Our next move was watching a Jim Gaffigan stand-up comedy act, Beyond the Pale. I thought it was a decent way to end this weekend. Always remember to end on a high note!
In the long run, I can honestly say that I was spoiled to the nth degree this weekend. Like most things, everything must come to an end, and everything returns back to the normal flow. Just 25 days now.
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