So, Thanksgiving is on the twenty-eighth. And I think we should all do something together. If you guys want, that is. It would just be nice to have everyone together for the holiday. Except Ben
Richie and I can host, since we probably have the most space. And I think between all of us, we have three and a half people with any sort of skill at cooking we should be able to put dinner together.
Yeah, okay. Took the wrong exit on the interstate, on the way to Florida, and end up in New Mexico. That's something that happens and is in the realm of normal. Right.
Who: Eddie & Richie What: SO YOU'RE NOT DEAD When: Right now Where: Big Rico's Pizza Rating: TBD, probably low except for depressing talk of sad things Status: Complete
Look. I have had just the worst fucking day. I’ve been vomited on. I’ve been stabbed in the face. I was impaled by a goddamn clown and fucking died. And now I’m pretty sure Hell is in a fucking four corners state.
So can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?