Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

I'm Thankful for Dick Pics and Double Stuff Oreos.

It's November 21st, and you know what that means ...

Yep, I've suffered through 21 days of those "What I'm Thankful For" Facebook posts.

Consider yourself lucky if you haven't been inundated with these updates clogging up every social media site. I mean at first it was cute, but then folks started getting ridiculous.

I'm thankful for double stuff Oreos. That Walgreens sells "neck massagers". That Honey Boo Boo's mom makes me feel super-duper hot.


But in the spirit of Thanksgiving (and posting dumb shit on the Internet), here's what I'm thankful for...


1. I'm thankful that my best friend sends me spontaneous pictures of 
Channing Tatum with his junk out.



2. I'm thankful for this stupid face.


3. And this one. (Notice his David Judgement.)


4. I'm thankful that tomorrow I will be able to eat the shit out of my
 feelings without the cold eyes of judgement on me.


5. I'm thankful for ALL OF YOU! Any one who has ever read this ridiculous
 excuse of a blog, I'm more thankful than you could ever imagine. So...


Channing Tatum dick pictures for EVERYONE!!!

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

12:01 a.m. is technically still "Black Friday," so STFU!

It's that time, guys. Time for food, family, and shopping yourself into irrevocable post-holiday debt starting at midnight Thanksgiving night.

That is, unless "Black Thursday" protesters have anything to do about it. Target employees are not too thrilled of the new opening time for "Black Friday" shopping, which is 12:01 a.m., meaning that many employees will have to show up at 11 p.m. to ensure that the store is ready for that crazy bitch in the red tracksuit from the Target commercials. And they are pissed!

Employees flooded the Target headquarters with petitions asking the retailer to "Save Thanksgiving" by pushing the opening hours back, ensuring that they get a full day off for the holiday.

And to that I have to say, "Boo-fucking-Hoo!"

I feel no sympathy for Target protesters. You know why?

Well, yes, I do love the idea of scoring discounted DVDs after I have a late-night turkey sandwich, but besides that, the coffee corporation for which I am an employee has their stores open on Thanksgiving!

Yep, on the actual holiday baristas are scheduled to make handcrafted beverages for people with four-day weekends. We miss the Parade. The smell of the turkey cooking. The beginning of football. Just so people can get their caffeine fix before going to the houses of relatives they only see once a year.

Basically we're fucking saints. And do you hear us bitching (besides right now)? No! Because it's called customer service. You service the mother-fucking customer and customers tend to be off on holidays, and they're just aching to be serviced by us.

So sorry, Target Timmy, sometimes you got to do shit you don't want to do. Do you think ER doctors are super stoked that they have to work because dumbasses catch themselves on fire while trying to deep-fry turkeys? My guess is no. The same way baristas don't like missing Snoopy float through the NYC sky like some kind of helium-inflated angel because someone is just dying for a caramel macchiato.

But you deal with it, because there are more important things to worry about than whether or not you get a full 24 hours off, like feline AIDS or Michele Bachmann winning the Republican nomination.

You want to protest, Target Timmy? Protest that shit.