supremeautismo
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Big Thanksgiving with normal out of town family, all’s been great except for my Aunt’s cat farting on me.
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She should've gotten all her drinking done the night before, like professional alcoholics such as myself do, and stay dry during the family time. Drank 9 beers, and a long island iced tea (went down salty) between getting home from work and finally going to sleep. Woke up with a hangover at 11:30am, walked down to the store to buy salad dressing, and a red bull to wake myself up. I hate getting drunk around my family (especially around the you guns). When we did big family Thanksgivings/Christmas' (the last one was 4 years ago), I would cap myself at 2 beers and a scotch for the whole day because if there was going to be an argument, I didn't want to be involved (that, and I would still be recovering from the night before).I have a younger cousin who I was fairly close with while growing up but who turned into an alcoholic after I went off for college and has pretty much been drinking in the twentysomething years since. Thanksgiving was at her parents' place this year, and because of this, it was dry - last night dad busted her when he found a malt liquor can in a trash can, but she insisted it wasn't hers and one of the other cousins must have brought it, though nobody would admit to it (it was probably hers).
Today while the "grown-ups" were cooking, she asked me if I'd give her a drive the the local convenience store (because of course she will probably never be able to get a license for the rest of her life) to grab some snacks and energy drinks and she'd even pay for my Monster if I gave her the ride. I was bored, so I said sure, while thinking that if she really intended to buy booze, there's no way I was going to let her do that (and no less than my mother, her father (my mother's brother), and one additional aunt also told me she would not be allowed to bring booze back to the house).
So we get to the store, and as we're getting out of the car, I'm like, "Oh by the way, if you want to buy booze, you're walking back home in this freezing weather, right?" Now I was expecting both "yeah, I know, don't worry" and "fuck you, asshole!" and got the latter - yeah, the snacks and Monsters were definitely a pretext for her getting a bottle or three. So she keeps erupting for like three minutes about how I'm a douchebag who should mind his own business and she just wanted to get a little bit of something and nobody had to know and blah blah (she even threw in "This must be why you're still single!" which made me crack up - yeah, if it were only that simple). Once she let me get a word in again, I said "your parents' place, your parents' rules, and my car, my rules. You want to buy booze, that's fine, but I ain't gonna help you with it." She grumbled some more but seemed to get that I wasn't going to budge on this, so we went inside and got some junk food and by the time we got halfway back home, she had forgotten about it and we were joking about the uncle who can't stop farting again.
I doubt this will actually put a dent in her drinking in the long term, but I hope she was reminded at least a little bit that it is possible to have a good time without having to be boozed into a haze every day.
How many niggers did your grandpa nock with that there nigger nocker?I was at my elderly grandmother's house for Thanksgiving and she was giving away a bunch of my dead grandpa's stuff and I said "Granny what's this here?" And she said "That there's a nigger nocker and it's for nocking niggers. You want it?" I am now the proud owner of a Nigger Nocker™
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Knowing him it was probably mostly faggots and Mexicans but probably the odd nigger here and thereHow many niggers did your grandpa nock with that there nigger nocker?
I love you as well in a totally not homosexual way, Internet stranger. Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. No joke though, sucks not to be able to witness my alcoholic druggie uncle run out the door yelling "I hate niggers, niggers niggers niggers!" before going to his drug shed in the backyard.Most of mine is too fren. Faggy I know but love to you fellow kiwi, just not the gay kind (you're not my type).
Had coon and possum alongside turkey before. Ascended white trash families make for interesting tables.Our Thanksgiving was pretty normal but there was more politics discussion, mostly discussing what "fuck joe biden/lets go brandon" merch people want for Christmas lol. Had a good spread, ham, turkey, venison steaks, 3 different types of potatoes, a couple casseroles, deviled eggs etc. Had hoped for pheasant but we decided 3 meats was enough and no one really preferred pheasant vs turkey. Highlight was when a little pet pig from one of the neighbors place came over looking for food, uncle came close to feeding it ham as a joke which freaked the neighbor kid right the fuck out lmao
edit - damn reading through some of y'alls experiences is saddening, sorry so many of you had a shitty day or didn't get to celebrate, I hope whatever's going on with you fellow autists gets resolved.
Yes, but at least you have epic left overs.I cooked dinner for 20 only for half of my guests to show up. Does that count as suffering?