Thanksgiving Conversations I Had, But I Give You No Context.
“And it STILL got in my Titty”
“There are so many thoughts going on in my head, but faintly I can hear “Sweet Home Alabama” going on in the background”
*casual conversations* “I AM A WOMAN OF GOD” *tosses mashed potatoes on ceiling*
“Dad, size really DOES matter” “Yeah what happened to you?”
“I have good luck” “I don’t even have that, God just looked at me and said he didn’t want me back yet.”
“Saturn, no amount of monoxide will put you down”
“Every time you add ketchup to your mashed potatoes you renew your cult membership application”
“SWEETPEA I HAVE ENOUGH FAT ON ME TO WARM YOU FOR THE WINTER :D”
“Katie please do not challenge Saturn’s role as the Thanksgiving Crackhead”
“Thou Father, why does thy look so sicketh of me?”
“I am resisting the urge to slam my face into my plate” “Mom I failed to resist the urge to slam my face into my plate”
@yayathellama19
