If you’re reading this on the day it was published, I only have one thing to say.


In essence, you’ve taken the necessary steps to step away from the turkey roasting in the oven, the turkey smoking in the pit, the turkey frying up in the middle of the fire it just started on the back porch, the glazed ham, the green bean casserole made from the recipe on the back of a can of soup, the mashed taters, the sweet potato pie, the giblet and gizzard gravy, the cranberry sauce, the cranberry jelly, the toast and popcorn (Peanuts style, yo), the rolls, the veggie tray, the chips and salsa, the guacamole, the chile con queso, the pumpkin pie, the apple pie, the peach cobbler, the Lions, the Texans, the Redskins and whoever the hell they’re playing, the chit chat, the spirited discussions, the shouting matches, the bloated flatulence, and even the fellowship; all to find out what some smart ass had to say on his website on Thanksgiving today.


Among many other things, I am thankful that you’ve taken a few minutes out of your day today (and any other day) to come read my blog.


Gobble, gobble y’all.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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