Comments on: Happy Thanksgiving…ish

By: Dawn Summers

Dawn Summers — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:38:14 +0000

Hahah It kinda is! Who? What? *we’re* friends??? Huh…hmm…guess we are! Boom! Miracle!

By: Angela

Angela — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:15:38 +0000

This poem makes friendship sound sneaky.

By: Jamie

Jamie — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 22:34:58 +0000

Mary – “would you be my girl, would you be my girl, would you be my be my be my girl?”

Dawn – Hallmark called. They want their greeting card back.

By: Consigliere

Consigliere — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 14:23:50 +0000

Happy Thanksgiving

By: BWoP

BWoP — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:23:31 +0000

VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS!!!

You know you want to.

#getdawntoVegas

By: kaz

kaz — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:14:33 +0000

oh i also love sally. haven’t heard it in a loooong time. took me halfway through mary’s comment for me to realize what it was.

i too was a brownie but i resented it so much, i don’t remember the song. can’t wait to be reminded by your performance! over bbq. can you do a bbq in december?

By: F-Train

F-Train — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:51:01 +0000

Hey! What about my awesome Twitter poem!

Calling stations to the left,
Calling stations to the right.
If @realdawnsummers were in front of me
I’d be rolling in chips all night!

*THAT* is a Happy Thanksgiving.

By: Dawn Summers

Dawn Summers — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:26:00 +0000

Fisch: Heads! I mean tails…I mean on its side.

Mary: I don’t wanna know what Scouts troop you were in!

By: Mary

Mary — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:20:31 +0000

Fisch – hahaha! Too bad it looks like it is filled with nasty cheesy stuff instead of beer!

By: Fisch

Fisch — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:02:52 +0000

OMG mary!! Bacon Mug!!!

http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/deadspin/2009/11/4120808808_f4343e4207_o.jpg

By: Pearatty

Pearatty — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:56:16 +0000

I know it’s poetry, because it rhymes.

Happy Thanksgiving!

By: Fisch

Fisch — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:41:52 +0000

Happy Thanksgiving, FriendO.
(call it!)

By: Pdov

Pdov — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:48:33 +0000

Happy Thanksgiving!

By: Mary

Mary — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:38:37 +0000

I don’t know why, but that poem reminded me of this one:

I was blue and lonely, I couldn’t sleep a wink
And I could only get unconscious if I’d had to much to drink
There was somehow, something wrong somewhere
And each day seemed grey and dead
The seeds of desperation were growing in my head
I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life
Somewhere to place affection, but I didn’t want a wife
And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen
“Experience something different with our new imported toy
She’s loving, warm, inflatable and a guarantee of joy.”
She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shriveled down
A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown
I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life
And later in a moment that girl became my wife
And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
And when I’m feeling naughty I blow her up with air
She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy, she’s like a rubber ball
I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall
And now my life is different since Sally came my way
I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
She’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin
And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin

: )