Happy Turkey Day to the Americans on the board! And to the Brits, good riddance to a bunch of whiny ex-Pats we call the Pilgrims.

Damn colonial ingrates!

We're like an abused spouse who finally makes a run for it.

We stood timidly at the door in our ragged, worn nightgown staring at you out of our one good eye, the one that wasn't puffing black and blue. We asked quietly if you're sure you didn't need anything from the cornerstore but your eyes never left the game on television. You sat in your oversized recliner, your knuckles still red from use, sweat standing out from your brow and you simply reminded us that you hit us because you LOVED us. We said we know you did, and you were right, but we clutched those car keys so tight they stung in our palms. We said we would be back with the cigarettes.

And then we were gone.

Yeah right! You're more like the whorish, gold digger wives who ruin the lives of their menfolk then leave taking every penny with them, leaving their husbands heart broken and ruined behind them....


Anyway, hope you had a good 'un, mate!