this past thursday was thanksgiving. i will not go into the history behind this controversial day of celebration, but i will say for me this year, it was awesome, like best thanksgiving ever in the history of life. the holiday coincidentally fell on my 30th birthday, and i got to do just about everything that a grown ass man would want to do on this bullshit milestone. i hung out with my girlfriend and a cat all day, rode my motorcycle, saw two beavers (swimming in a pond at a nature reserve, sicko), ate steak and sausages (seriously, fuck turkey and all that traditional crap, men eat steak.), drank tons of beer, goldschlager and bourbon, listened to heavy metal, played with fire, and got free shots at the bar. i passed out naked in front of a fire and woke up cold and confused on a hardwood floor long after the fire went out. i consider this day seized and throttled!
beaver houses and a babe on a bike
red meat and a drunk old man
