Happy Thanksgiving!

I can feel it in me...

Christ, the kind soul that she is, just brought me thanksgiving dinner.
It was good, what little I ate. I even had a gang of stuffing, which I
don't usually eat at all. As she was leaving, she informed me that it
was stove-top, with sauteed bacon and onions, and mushrooms. Oh, good. I'm critically
allergic to mushrooms.

So I just got done intentionally puking up my only thanksgiving dinner
for this year. I can feel my glands swelling already, but I hurled
'till I could taste bile and Dorrito's, so I hope I'll be okay. I cannot
afford to miss work and fuck up this order.

I will not fail.
Captain Toad, on the go!