I’m the type of person who likes a well organized and structured schedule; I do NOT roll with the punches. So on Xmas Day That Guy I Know’s parents wanted me to come over to their house for a few hours of hanging out and present opening. This visit was on the understanding that I would leave in the late afternoon to attend dinner at my parents house, which was fine with me. At about 3:30, they ask if I am staying for dinner, which they had apparently thought I was attending all along. Oh shit. After some turkey deductions Guy’s parents figured we would be eating at 5, giving me ample opportunity to eat my parent’s dinner at 6:30. I was a little hesitant since this was deviating from my plan…but I did the impossible; I managed to eat a full plate of food at Guy’s parent’s house and then followed that up an hour and a half later with another plate of food at my parents feast: turkey, stuffing, perogies, mashed potatoes, yams, brussel sprouts, I ate it all. Oh and I only let this change in schedule result in a minor mental breakdown on my part. Did I mention that Guy ate at both meals with me as well? Did I mention that I fucking warned him not to eat too much at the first meal to save room for the second? Except he didn’t fucking listen to me and seriously ate a sliver of turkey and about three carrots at my parents dinner. They were SUPER offended and have basically disowned me because of this debacle. I think a large apology present is required…hey That Guy I Know, I could use some more gnome dolls so I can place them strategically all over your place so that you feel the constant angry eyes of The Gnome on you at all times.
That guy you know is a pussy. I ate 3 fucking thanksgiving day meals in a span of 5 hours. And had seconds at each. He could man up for 2 plates in 2 hours?
Terrible. He deserves to have 7 gnome dolls at his house, one for each stage of hell he should have to live in.