Now, I don't know about anyone else, but yer carnie uncle Saynt plans on gourging himself on the bounty of mamma ninja's thanksgiving feast. It's the one time of year where it is actually EXPECTED for you to eat yourself into a coma. I plan on doing just that. However, on the sunday following the giving of thanks I will be joining our red headed step brothers at POCKET for a little night of shinanigans and shaking the stuffing right out of ya. Come hang out with us. It'll probably be the last time you can be somewhere in public and not hear Christmas Music blaring out of every possible audio device.