Happy Thanksgiving, suckas! I plan to spend the day reenacting exactly the picture above, only with Los Angelenos instead of Indians and Aaron Galbraith instead of a hot church girl with pie. The important thing is that it will be exactly as the pilgrims intended: 65 degrees, twenty fusion dishes, somewhere in what used to Mexico. Frankly, I’m shocked to be still sober at this hour. While I correct that, how about you enjoy this astonishingly long Wheel of Fortune fail? I am thankful that Wheel of Fortune does not determine the leadership structures of our society. I’m also thankful that a bunch of people read my stupid blog every day, even though they should probably be spending time with their families. And all I have to repay you with is this:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BS4BkkMRGsY&feature=player_embedded
That would be the “intelligence” part of “military intelligence.”
This is why we invade countries with our armies instead of challenging them to a game of Wheel of Fortune.