It is thanksgiving after all! And this thread is tradition. Im kind of offended I was the first one to ask for it.
I'm thankful that the WDT means I don't have to bump threads on weekends, or feel guilted about not bumping threads. Thanks for harshing my groove, there, Frebis.
I'll just qualify that by saying WOMEN'S boobs. The nice ones, not the beach ball after market versions. And being Canadian, I have nothing to be thankful for, as we did all that shit a few weeks ago.
I'm thankful to be employed. Took me more than a year ( and it was a scary ride), but now I have a job.
Huh, I was going to say boobs too. I am thankful for the coolest little kid I've ever met, my nephew, living with bone cancer. He is probably smarter than me, could maybe kick my ass with his ninja skills, and I am absolutely convinced that he'll outlive us all.
This. I had the opportunity to choose between more than one very good offers, and will get to be in Manhattan on a livable income and debt-free. Given how annoying the job search process is and the degree to which I've worked my ass off, it's extremely easy to forgot how lucky I am, and how easily things could be shitty. And how much I owe my family. Boobs are nice too though.
I'm thankful for family, friends, food, the roof over my head, booze..etc. Oh, and of course BOOBS. The big, beautiful kind.
I'm a white, American male with stable employment and reasonable financial means, and that's not always such a bad thing. Also: My family, my friends, Chipotle, Potbelly, Wendy's, the deli down the street from me, Five Guys, half-price pizza nights, bar trivia nights, bars in general, Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker, Sam Adams, Yuengling, Pilsner Urquell, Fark, Wikipedia, YouTube, Cracked, TiB, Facebook, The Onion, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, South Park, Mad Men, Boardwalk Empire, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Louie, Cormac McCarthy, Tom Wolfe, David Sedaris, Bob Dylan, Pandora, NetFlix, the Halo franchise, the Grand Theft Auto franchise, smart phones, Christopher Nolan, Peyton Manning, Robert Caro, take-out Chinese food, open bars, public libraries, ski and snowboard slopes, Cape Ann, the Lincoln Memorial, Pornhub, RedTube... I could go on for hours. You know, this actually put me in a better mood.
Aside from all the gay shit like friends and family and a roof over my head blah blah blah... Thankful for how well grad school has gone to this point, academically and socially. Thankful for being exposed to South Carolina and it's many interesting features. Above all though, I'm thankful for the fuck buddy waiting for me when I get back to Jersey and, when I'm there, I will be thankful for her beautiful beautiful tits and having my head firmly planted between them.
I'm especially thankful for boobs this year. By far the only upside to having to watch Love and Other Drugs is Anne Hathaway's lovely set.
Just a few things, in no particular order: Vaginas. Trucks. Motorcycles. Sexual intercourse. The internet. Having a heated garage. Boobs. Beer. People who aren't retarded. Fire. Rock music. Guns. The words fuck, cunt, shit and God damnit. Blowjobs. Explosives. Heavy equipment. Slutty women. Money. Living in a house. Tequila. Steel-toed boots. Satellite Radio. Caffeine. Not being dead yet.
Family, a place to live, monster energy drinks, TiVo, college, 85 degree weather in nov, Danny Woodhead, free cover til midnight, bright futures scholarship, The Rolling Stones, LandYachtz longboards (seriously saved me miles of walking), franzia, co-ed dorms, annnnnd leftover corn bread casserole.
A working internet connection, boobs, Sylvester Stallone, ecasebriefs.com, women with daddy issues, guys who get so drunk they decide to buy a round for the bar, nepotism (i.e., an older brother who runs his own law firm in Chicago so even if the market is shit I can get a job), did I mention boobs?, single-malt scotch, good friends, The Black Keys, coffee, Matt Hughes getting knocked the fuck out, a highly dysfunctional family that nonetheless loves me, and Quentin Tarantino.
I am thankful that State Premier John Brumby and his Labor Government lost the Victorian State (Australia) election on the weekend. Fuck you Brumby , I hope you cried yourself to sleep like the bitch that you are and fuck you for never actually been voted into power (the former leader, another malignant turd stepped down and Brumby stepped into the position). Now go away and die.
my dogs my wife the fact that my wife doesn't want babies in the near future all of her family some of mine my job my ability to shoot moving targets with a firearm rodent traps my collection of fishing lures my house boobs asses sexy women in bikinis dark, tinted sunglasses gin burn pits and fire starters or if fire starters don't work, gasoline fireworks dogfish head beer the great state of Texas four wheel drive dvr hunting shows on Versus twice-weekly trash pickup condoms my two outdoor grills my two mini bars
For 99% of my life, I would whole heartedly agree, as I am an ass man if nothing else. But I've been sleeping with this girl lately, and her boobs, while they are above average at rest, are the most hypnotizingly beautiful things I've seen in mid-bounce. They truly make me happy to be alive, male, straight, and with a penis that seems to satisfy her enough. My life is incredibly simple right now, but if I had something awful going on, I'm positive that just thinking about them would make me at least 43% happier. Also: hockey, mom's cooking/family in general, Jessica Alba, the delicious granola bar I just ate, my new coat, puppies, South Park, my slack job, girl bums, the fact my Grandma isn't dead yet, my cozy bed, hot showers, the fact I'm not currently sick or injured in some way, and the new pair of skates I will soon own. Oh, and Spiderman.