(PS- I'd pick Easter. that way I could die on the day Jesus came back to life, and hopefully avoid the judgment day all of you assholes have to deal with)
We killed the American Indians. Sweet! Let's eat turkey. And pumpkin pie. In memoriam of landing on a big chunk of land which we swiftly cast God's fury down upon. Nice, America. Nice.
If I may, I'd like to quote a passage of which I once read, when the moon shined a brighter glow.
" The Native American is surprisingly absent in his own indigenous land
Do you want to know why? It's 'cause we killed them all
It's not that hard to understand, yeah
So I go to college and you know what I learned?
That 80 million people were killed by my grandpa,
Your grandpa and all of their friends"(Kelly 1998)
Thank you, Broadways, for that enlightening paragraph.Do you want to know why? It's 'cause we killed them all
It's not that hard to understand, yeah
So I go to college and you know what I learned?
That 80 million people were killed by my grandpa,
Your grandpa and all of their friends"(Kelly 1998)
But seriously. This is dumb. My family sucks. They're boring, tedious and most of all, lack any sense of humor.
If they carve up the turkey, I'll say something like "holy shit. the leg just moved!", and they'll jerk the carver around and cut their finger off. No big deal. But not to them. I guess if you're the cause of someone losing a finger, your family hates you. But hey, I'm sticking to my guns; that leg totally moved.
In closing, I hope every one who stumbles across this has a beautiful holiday, full of losing appendages, eating gross shit and contemplating suicide. Remember, you get out what you put in. So I'm gonna take a long fucking nap and hope all these douchebags return to their douchebag abodes with their douchebag kids.
