Thank You
Yeah, you!
“Thanksgiving is one of the only times of the year when libs are forced into conversation with people who might not see the world the same way they do, and the mere thought of it sends them into paroxysms of dread.”
I don’t remember writing that — hey, I used to drink a lot — but it’s being attributed to me and it sounds like something I’d say.
Let’s hope that doesn’t describe your upcoming holiday. The libs are pretty exhausted right now, and/or they seem to be accepting the loss. But if any of your friends or relatives are bummed out tomorrow, just show them this:
“Donchueverletabuddytakeyourpowrfmyou.”
Wise words. Well, some of those sounds are words.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow and nobody wants to work, least of all me. But in the spirit of the season, please let me express my gratitude that you’re reading my silly little newsletter.
Yes, you! A person of rare discernment and impeccable taste, you are. And I’m not just saying that because either you’re paying me or I want you to pay me.
I’ve had some ups and downs since I decided try writing for a living, all those years ago. I’ve made some enemies, but I’m thankful that they showed me who they are so I don’t need to waste my time on them anymore. More importantly, I’ve made a lot of friends and I’m glad you’re one of them.
Please enjoy your time off, and let’s meet up back here next week.
Gobble, gobble!
Happy Thanksgiving sir.
You’re welcome