Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble







I met a turkey gobbler, when I went out to play
Oh Mr. Turkey Gobbler how are you today?

Gobble, gobble, gobble, that I can not say
Don't ask me such a question, on Thanksgiving Day!

7 comments:

Ubermilf said...

You better not sing.

Johnny Pipewrench said...

Jeannie,
I'm not cooking anything
on thursday.
Wife taking my kids to her
mom's along with the piece of shit,
gutless cock sucker that will
one day be sorry that his whore
of a mother didn't make the guy's
that gang raped her wear rubbers-
I'm spending thursday in a martini
bar if I can find one
that's open.I'm fighting with my
family over this shit,
have no where to go,
and will most likely
spend the day alone with
my two new friends,
anger and rage.

jeannie martini said...

Can't you go to your family's for Thanksgiving, but make it a rule, that no one is to mention your
"situation"? And if they do, answer them by talking about Dancing With The Stars.

Ubermilf said...

First off, it sucks what's happening to you, Johnny, but at least you're an adult.

Can't your (ex)wife and her stupid family say, "Hey, this is bad for the kids. Maybe we shouldn't think about what's okay for US ADULTS in this situation, but think how it must feel for the kids?" If I was your mother in law, there's no fucking way I would let my daughter do that to my grandkids.

Maybe I need to dispense some parental advice, Ubermilf style. With a skillet, rolling pin, and salad tongs. You don't want to know what I do with the tongs.

Johnny Pipewrench said...

Hello Jeannie Darling,
I need to meet a woman with
that hair style-
Imagine getting an eye poked
out banging her doggie style-
Hell,I could put lights
and orniments on it
for Xmas.

Ubermilf said...

It looks like a big brown turd to me, but whatever suits your fancy, Johnny

jeannie martini said...

You're all just jealous of my beauty.