I know I’m supposed to publish a post about cheesy things I’m thankful for, but instead, you get penis train tracks. You’re welcome.

Why I should not be allowed to play with children’s toys in the presence of actual children:

I’ll have you know that I used every single piece of track that we have to build this masterpiece.  And yes. I’M PROUD.

I like to call it Thomas’s Hard Day or Where Thomas Gets Off.

Oh, shut up. It’s funny, and you know it.

And the truth is, while I’d like to say I did this on purpose, it was actually a happy (?) accident. I noticed it when I stepped back later.

Suck on that, Freud.

(Hahaha, I said SUCK, get it? Oh yeah.)

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PS: I’m thankful for a LOT. Like them, and us, and you.

And bewbs.

And schlongs. (you knew it was coming back again, right?)

Happy Thanksgiving, you crazy kids.