Since I know you guys need to know everything that I’m putting into my body today, here’s the beer I’m currently drinking. Can’t have a lonely bachelor Thanksgiving without beer, right?

Since I know you guys need to know everything that I’m putting into my body today, here’s the beer I’m currently drinking. Can’t have a lonely bachelor Thanksgiving without beer, right?
Here is my adapted funeral potatoes concoction. One package hash browns, two parts cottage cheese to one part sour cream, caraway seeds, dill weed, and two cans of cream of chicken soup. We’ll see how this turns out, but I am very excited about this shit.
These are my turkey cutlets I’ll be roasting. That’s butter all over that shit. As well as various spices and whatnot. I’m cautiously optimistic.
Watchin’ Star Trek, makin’ LOLs.
I’m watching J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek at the moment (certain to become a Thanksgiving tradition in whatever house I wind up living in), and I’m paying extra attention to the film score by Michael Giacchino, and it really is a fucking marvel. It’s modern, and it’s epic, but it’s filled with these little touches of the original series’ music without ever being too on the nose. For instance, in the opening scene, when Nero orders the captain of the USS Kelvin onto his ship, there’s this little burst of drums, a classic Star Trek musical cue. This sort of thing is scattered all through the movie, but it never becomes a “greatest hits” piece of Star Trek music. Just like the film itself it is a delicate balance of old and new, tradition and reinvention, and it’s one of the finest film scores I’ve heard in a long, long time. It it weren’t the music to a Star Trek movie, a lot more people would be talking about it, I think.
That is all. Sorry for getting nerd-juice all over you.
“Thank you for listening to me masturbate.”
Here you go, Kevin. No penes, just like you requested.
Thank you very much, Ms. Mustard! No dick, just a suspiciously dick-shaped object! Nice!
GPOY “Photoshop something flying into my mouth, bonus points if it isn’t a cock, but if it is I can only blame myself” edition.
From the short novel Love and Other Forms of Suicide, published in 1973 by Jas. E. Colmes Associates.
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hmmm…..I do like cottage cheese, but by itself only. However, I’ll try anything once. You did invite me over right??
All the lovely ladies of Tumblr are invited over, naturally.
But only Lisa gets dessert.