There's a pound of hamburger here. There's Tobey the Dog. There's me.
(There are two cats but they stuff their feline faces with Meow Mix crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside mixed flavors. They're fine.)
So I could split the burger to cook half and give the other half to Tobey the Dog raw. That seems rather inelegant for such a high feast so the alternatives are some type of Hamburger Helper crapola, Zatarain's Dirty Rice, or spaghetti.
The Hamburger Helper is so fatty that both of us would end up with butts like Kim Kardashian. I don't know if a dog will eat rice. I guess he would. That kind of winds up with the spaghetti but we'll see.
If you're not thankful for every breath, particularly if there's reefer in it, then you'll probably blow it with Thanksgiving anyway. If you're feeling like you're going to blow it then stop on by but try to bring a little hamburger as there ain't much here. Ain't much reefer either ... BUT ... it ain't fookin' snowin' and I'm thankful for that.
(There are two cats but they stuff their feline faces with Meow Mix crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside mixed flavors. They're fine.)
So I could split the burger to cook half and give the other half to Tobey the Dog raw. That seems rather inelegant for such a high feast so the alternatives are some type of Hamburger Helper crapola, Zatarain's Dirty Rice, or spaghetti.
The Hamburger Helper is so fatty that both of us would end up with butts like Kim Kardashian. I don't know if a dog will eat rice. I guess he would. That kind of winds up with the spaghetti but we'll see.
If you're not thankful for every breath, particularly if there's reefer in it, then you'll probably blow it with Thanksgiving anyway. If you're feeling like you're going to blow it then stop on by but try to bring a little hamburger as there ain't much here. Ain't much reefer either ... BUT ... it ain't fookin' snowin' and I'm thankful for that.
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