Thanksgiving at Chateau Clem is all about tradition. The Hag and her friends watch the parade in the morning while drinking and eating anything that ain't nailed down. I go down to watch the Alma Mater play the traditional game while drinking a 40 ounce or two and getting my mind straight for a poker game complete with russian and filipina "masseuses" to relieve any tensions that might arrise.
Naturally their is Football and Turkey and pie and all that shit too. We get it catered as neither the Seahag or me are in any shape for cooking. Actually that bitch don't really trust me around her ffod lately. Seems she thinks there may be a connection between what I make and her getting sick everytime. :shrug: After dinner comes the Eggnog. I like mine with spiced rum. The Seahag gets hers spiked with *um. That bitch stopped swallowing the babies as soon as we were engaged, or so she thinks. She thinks it's the turkey that makes her so sleepy.
Ravens -3.5
3 units
Naturally their is Football and Turkey and pie and all that shit too. We get it catered as neither the Seahag or me are in any shape for cooking. Actually that bitch don't really trust me around her ffod lately. Seems she thinks there may be a connection between what I make and her getting sick everytime. :shrug: After dinner comes the Eggnog. I like mine with spiced rum. The Seahag gets hers spiked with *um. That bitch stopped swallowing the babies as soon as we were engaged, or so she thinks. She thinks it's the turkey that makes her so sleepy.
Ravens -3.5
3 units