17 Thanksgiving. Yea, I said it. 17 it. Nothing but an Egg Bowl distraction as far as I'm concerned. It gets in the way of what's really important to me and I ain't lying one 17ing bit either. Glad I'm separated now living alone and no longer with Satan's Daughter. I will drink and eat what the hell I want to today and will only be interrupted by calling my 81 year old Mom in Jacktown and not by others who don't give a damn about what I'm focused on. Hail STATE!