Brevity celebrates its first Thanksgiving: light on the food and football, heavy on the wine and Pictionary. I wish I could say I
was drawing well, but I owe my success to 55 Fiction Friday, who's one hell of a guesser ("a person falling, then there's someone's foot, and a cooling unit... tryptophan!").
I'll leave you all with a cinematic reminder on this day of feasting:
a little indigestion can be a big problem.
RANDY THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Can I get you something?
JIVE MAN IN BLUE SUIT : 'S mofo butter layin' me to the bone. Jackin' me up. Tightly.
RANDY: I'm sorry. I don't understand.
JIVE MAN IN BLACK SUIT: Cutty say he can't hang.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Oh stewardess, I speak jive.
RANDY: Ohh, good.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: He said that he's in great pain, and he wants to know if you can help him.
RANDY: Would you tell him to just relax, and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicine.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Just hang loose, blood. She gonna catch up on the rebound on de med-cide.
JIVE MAN IN BLUE SUIT: What it is, big mamma? My mamma didn't raise no dummy. I dug her rap!
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Cut me some slack, jack! Chump don't wanna no help, chump don't git no help. Jive ass dude done got no brains anyhow!