There's always something to be thankful for

Here's wishing all you hooligans a fulfilling feast of stuffed asses holiday ham, pumpkin spiced pie lattes and what haves. And for all my herbivore friends out their, may you masquerade meats runeth full. In a world where everything has seemingly gone down the proverbial shitter, raise a glass and thank whatever pseudo realistic, anthropomorphic personification that you've survived long enough to stuff your face like a fat kid. Forgetting entirely that we hence break break to commemorate the mass genocide of a native inhabitant, take a drink for the fallen. Enjoy the moment with friends and family. Give your leftovers to those if less fortune in those states where marshal law still permits. And lastly to all those lost souls finding solace under the city lights tonight, may the Boulevard of broken dreams guide you to the Emerald palace, or at least to your favourite pub. Have a jack and coke for me and remember, it's the little things that count. Happy Thanksgiving.