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.)
PS: I’m thankful for a LOT. Like them, and us, and you.
And schlongs. (you knew it was coming back again, right?)
Happy Thanksgiving, you crazy kids.