First of all, of course I want to say thank you to all of you who make TWC fun, without you all it would be two guys from Seattle with an online diary and that is just not cool.
This is also the time of the year where I start looking back over the year that was, and thinking about the one to come. Every year I come up with a new personal motto, it is a habit that goes back many years. It really started around the time my mom died when my guy Steve One would come over for the holidays and we would spend a lot of time doing irreparable damage to our livers along with my pops and room mate Dallas. A LOT of Henn XO got downed in those years. Mottos of years past have been "In 97, nobody gets over.", "Fuck the haters", and a personal favorite "Next year, we settle for VSOP" (I think we were all unemployed). I remember these get togethers fondly, a lot of Tupac, a lot of drinking, one year on Christmas we made a make shift deck and bought a barbecue so we could eat some steaks. All grocery needs were handled via shoplifting, and since that was the case there used to also be a pantry stuffed full of Moet. One the smoke cleared (literally), and the recycling was taken out we would emerge with a fresh plan for the coming year. This year is no different, well except I suppose for the fact that I have to work tomorrow, and we are getting old, not to mention the fact that my family is once again all speaking to each other and so we will be closer to sober, and will actually have turkey. Okay, so things are a lot different, but that is life, we live, we learn, we get old and we calm down a bit over the years. So soon I will have a new motto for you, and since I have already been discussing this just a little with TWC's, absolute favorite sneaker artist, Mr Mannie Fresh I am in fact a bit ahead of the curve this year. I am pretty sire, as always things will evolve around who has been getting over on me this year, and sadly this year that has been women. Damn it all.
One more thing, and in reality this is the most important thing of all. The Detroit Lions need to step their uniform game up in a major way. They look like a damn pop-warner team. Christ, I had nicer uniforms at good old Bishop Blanchet High School in the early nineties. Go Braves!
Thanks again to you all for making this place fun, now go have a drink, eat too much turkey and pull for my Seahawks, trust me we need the sports love here in Seattle right now.
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Sorry! Son of my Loins"The saddest thing in life is wasted talent". The saddest thing in life is "The saddest thing in life is wasted The saddest thing in life is wasted love". Speaking of the "princess" I got this message "The parodox in this,is that the foundation for greatness is honoring the small things (a perfect gift wrap, or pumpkin, perfection in each moment)of the present instead of pursuing the idea of greatness. You and your beautiful brother are so much of what makes this Thanksging great! Happy Thanksgivind Big Fame one.
Papa
I really found happiness knwoing that you shopflited food. In college my friends and I used to rob the Safeway @ the Watergate in DC blind everytime we had a BBQ. I dont feel like much of a douche knwoing I wasnt the only one doing what we were doing.
Happy Thanksgiving to the WC and all its readers, be safe, be merry and may the Patriots shit all over your beloved Seahwaks next weekend
Man, I was just thinking of the Lions uniforms last night. I had worked longer hours than normal (due to the awful organisation is work) and got home to eat a pastie bap (awesome Irishness in them things, trust me) and take in some of the Lion/Titans game (before joining you on Call of Duty).
Those logo-less helmets are exactly like the ones we wore in my first team a few years back. Silver paint and black face cage. I kinda liked the plain style of the retro uniform though. Especially the silver numbers.
"Redskins (and Trojans) in '09"
Thats my motto for now.... :)
Casey, trust me. We had the shoplifting gig on lock, we had an extra freezer for the meat. Piles and piles of steaks, seafood, whole chickens, we would take DVD's cases of beer, gallons of milk, Moet by the case. My room mate once cut the locks off the freezer in back and came home with 200 pounds of tiger prawns. We even had it worked out eventually with the employees where the deli would just charge us for a corndog, but we would take whatever we wanted. So we would go through the line with like 6 prime rib dinners, mashed potatos, and mac and cheese, sandwiches for lunch the next day and for $1.08. We would even take orders, like we would go in a couple times a night and walk out with pockets, coats, pants, and arms full of stuff. We used to have big barbecues where we invited the whole neigborhood over for steaks, and even the employees at the store. We would even take orders from them like walk in and go "What do you need tonight?" and then walk out loaded down and stash a case of corona in their car for them. I am sure when I moved away from my old neighborhood profits skyrocketed at that store. In fact I still go in now and grab lunch once in a while, nice little place, and all the old regulars are gone now gone except the boss who is nice to me still which must mean he never had any idea what was going on. Every once in a while though someone would try and tell us to leave, and they would end up roughed up, or with flat tires, or a missing car or something so it was rare. Oh the good old days, I think about it once in a while when I shell out a couple hundred bucks for groceries. I no longer have the nerve to do it, not to mention I am more interested in keeping my kahrma clean than I used to be.
Reading Jakes dad's comment just now made me feel drunk again.
And i like the Lions' uniforms. Go figure.
And thanks for making a thanksgiving post Jake. I was nowhere near a computer yesterday.
Enjoying turkey and Rogue Breweries Brutal Bitter on draft at the ladies house all day, FTMFW.