Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I Refuse To Eat Any Turkey Tomorrow

Why? Because the man expects me to eat turkey tomorrow, that's why. The man can kiss my ass.

I'm having a can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli.

Nobody owns me. No one.

6 comments:

Chloe said...

Actually, I believe that implies that Chef Boyardee owns you.

AND HE'S NOT EVEN REAL.

Happy turk-- er, canned ravioli day!

Anonymous said...

Could you recommend a good scotch to go with canned ravioli?

Anonymous said...

I'm guessing you have to work today, so you can't eat turkey. So you say you don't want any turkey to compensate for the fact that you won't be able to eat it. C'est vrai??

DrugMonkey, Master of Pharmacy said...

I actually told my employer I wouldn't mind working today, so what happens? You guessed it, I'm here with my cat, the chef, and Johnny Walker with the whole day to kill.

After the ravioli, one would want to move up to a real scotch. Laphroaig is the perfect after dinner drink. The smokiness goes well post-pasta.

Enjoy your turkey, all you tools of the establishment.

Unknown said...

Unfortunately, Chef Boyardee is a real person, and his name is Hector Boiardi so at least now you know there is someone to blame for Beefaroni's total lack of butritional value.

Anonymous said...

I can mail you turkey spam this year.