Once upon a time, in a lonely saloon near the old High Mountain Ranch, a few folks not on vacation, and not having the worst time of their lives reliving fears of wooden roller coasters at place not yet dreamed about named Silverwood and not looking for stolen horses or some stupid Cedars in Montana, decided to pretend they were celebratin' a fun filled Thanksgiving Family Reunion.
The holiday meal consisted of only the finest vices. The type of vices that preachers kids have usually discovered long before puberty. Gambling, Beer, Moonshine, and Jack Daniels.
It was a joy, joy, joy time in their lives. For after years of seperation, incarceration and boring sermons, they were finally together again.
Really.
Think Happy. Happy. Happy.
As in She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain When She Comes Happy.
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