My Kingdom for a Turkey Dinner
And by kingdom, I mean 10x10 hostel room, shared bathroom and maybe my backpack...
22.11.2006
Well friends, it's a sad state of affairs.
The day before Thanksgiving. I'm sure you're all running around baking pies and putting on your winter coat, greated with a chill in the air and the smell of fresh pine trees. Complaining about how Christmas music is already on the radio and what is the world coming to. Debating about which tie to wear and how to avoid your crazy Uncle ______.
We curse you all. Ungrateful snivling twits thats what you are.
Here we sit in Laos. We have scowered the fine capital city of Vientiane, but to no avail.
Tomorrow we shall dine on a sad looking feast of fried rice and pickled vegtables, undoubtedly. As you sit there with your champagne and bicker over who get's to slice the bird.
No turkey. No mashed potatos. No cranberry sauce or stuffing and gravy and muffins and salad and pie, oh dear god the pie.
"But you guys get to take a trip around the world!" you say.
Bite me you turkey eating mongrels.
xoxo from Southeast Asia,
Your Favorite Bribing Canadians
