Thursday, November 25, 2004

Today is one of my most favorite and most beloved holidays EVER! It involves football, tons of food, and… more food! It's… THANKSGIVING!!! Everyone's all happity-pippity today, even the hands! They canceled all battles for the day. How… out of character for them. Oh well, when there's food and football involved, who's there to quibble? Oh, wait. There's that certain someone by the name of Tiara-Boy.

Most of the guys (ok, ALL of the guys cuz Marth doesn't count) are enjoying one of the most entertaining sports ever: FOOTBALL! Of course, sumo wrestling obviously pwns all other sport there is. MWAHAHAHA!!! How weird, even Samus enjoys such manly sports and she's a girl! Crazy… a girl that acts like a boy and a boy that acts like a girl! A paradox!

Marth won't watch it with us. He refuses to come over to the couch and just stand there. He's afraid for some reason. Ok, I just asked him and I quote, "I fail to see what's so fascinating about a testosterone-driven sport where you try to break the other guy's bones before he breaks yours." I asked him about what he thinks about the half-time show and he says (although he hasn't even seen it yet), "Don't those girls get extremely cold during the half-time show?" Hmm… sounds like someone is a little too narrow-minded!

The game was great! Celadon City's Muks v. Goldenrod City's Houdours! It went all the way into overtime before The Muks crushed The Houndours! I finally got Marth to watch at least the half-time, yet he didn't watch it and not complain about some nit-picky thing. The girls' attire got a complete bashing by Marth. He was THIS close to getting dogpiled by the rest of us cuz he would not shut up! Ay vei…

Since the game's over with, it's time to chow down on some grub like there's no tomorrow! I can't stand on leftovers even EXISTING! Although we're like complete opposites, both Marth and I agree on the fact that people who waste food should be drug out onto the street and shot. Of course, Marth's more likely to take action against the perpetrator than I am. He's the "Killer Neat-Freak of DOOM!!" and I'm the "Crazy Part-Dragon Pyromaniac on Perpetual Sugar-High". Be back after I eat (which may take somewhere between an hour and a day, depending on how much food we have for dinner).

(Later that evening…)

Oh. My. God. I've finally pushed the envelope too far. Ugh… I'm currently laying on my bed and on my back, trying to recover enough to go back for seconds… Ok, so it's more like 35ths. I prefer laying on my stomach, but it's not a good idea after stuffing it with 12 birds and enough potatoes to keep the French fry companies going for a year. Alright, so I was exaggerating, but I swear I did ate about 3 turkeys. 25-pounders too. I couldn't even get up because I was so full and tired, so Mewtwo used his l33t telekinetic skills to get me to my room.

Darn it! I'm craving everything again but my belly's too stuffed for anything else! It's like trying to cram a 10 GB file onto a 1.4 MB disk that's already filled with random files and shtuff. Ow… Ow… Is it just my sanity taking a long walk off a short pier or are my pants starting to feel tighter around the waist?

This sucks. The only thing I hate about getting the chance to eat like mad is feeling full and bloated. If Marth comes in here to taunt me with a slice of pumpkin pie topped with sweet whipped cream, (Water marks on page) then I'm gonna kick his… wait, I can't even sit up. I'll just pray that he drops it on his shoes or something.

Need…more…turkey…!

—Roy