FUCK NOVEMBER.
Lets say goodbye to thanksgiving, and also a fuck you to the canadians for bogarting our holiday. When did you guys have massive indian pilgrim feasts? Yeah didn't think so. Stop copying us.
Cornucopias? Bitch please. It's time for the season of lights. Like thousands of wintery fireflies.
Death has fallen upon us, the fall to winter transition is nearly complete. The cold is now washing over us. Embrace it, it's going to be a while.
Winter and the pagan festivities associated with it are a glorious time. A time in which our ancestors had their backs to the wall, and rather than wallowing in self pity instead decided to give a giant middle finger to nature. "Oh you are going to kill everything around us and take away our light? We'll turn the whole season into one long party!"
And so while everything is cold and dead outside, we are feasting and drinking beer and cider and decorating trees. The best time of the year.
Lets say goodbye to thanksgiving, and also a fuck you to the canadians for bogarting our holiday. When did you guys have massive indian pilgrim feasts? Yeah didn't think so. Stop copying us.
Cornucopias? Bitch please. It's time for the season of lights. Like thousands of wintery fireflies.
Death has fallen upon us, the fall to winter transition is nearly complete. The cold is now washing over us. Embrace it, it's going to be a while.
Winter and the pagan festivities associated with it are a glorious time. A time in which our ancestors had their backs to the wall, and rather than wallowing in self pity instead decided to give a giant middle finger to nature. "Oh you are going to kill everything around us and take away our light? We'll turn the whole season into one long party!"
And so while everything is cold and dead outside, we are feasting and drinking beer and cider and decorating trees. The best time of the year.
