Here's wishing all my readers a happy and healthy Thanksgiving holiday. Eat up, drink up, be merry. Oh wait, that's wrong, don't be merry for another month. And don't drink too much. Or eat too much. In fact, just calmly sit there and watch television. Or better yet, read a book. Ah fuck it, do whatever the hell you want. At least a-hole Jeter didn't win MVP. I need a drink.
Oh and I'd like to add a special thanks to the person who was the subject of yesterday's post, for being such a good sport about the completely undeserved ribbing.
And this track has nothing whatsoever to do with Thanksgiving, but those were the only 2 songs in my collection with even the word "Thank" in the title and not too many people (besides Adam Sandler) sing about the joys of turkey, so my last song of the day is another one by Eef Barzelay (lead singer of indie folk act Clem Snide), which is notable mostly because of his rap-tinged lyrics that juxtapose quite dramatically with his lazy country drawl as he sings his protaganist's pleas. It's quite funny actually, and maybe even quite moving. Enjoy. And have a good weekend.
That was my ass you saw bouncing next to Ludacris.
It was only on screen for a second, but it's kind of hard to miss.
And all those other hoochie skanks, they ain't got shit on me.
And one of Nelly's bodyguards, he totally agreed.