Fallout (Crank 3)

Bet Carrows will have it.

Carrows pumpkin pie?

Think I’ll skip it. Burgers?

Maybe they have turkey

burgers. Jeez, man. Even

foster homes celebrate

Thanksgiving, trying to

make up for real parents

who aren’t real parents.

Hey, I’ve never been much

of a cook. And Kortni?

Let her do a turkey, we’ll all

get the trots. And anyway,

the important thing is being

together, right? Thankful

we can be like a real family.

OPERATIVE WORD:

“Like” a real family. I’ve never

actually had one of those, and

I’m not exactly sure what I’d do

with one if I got one. Don’t even

know if I want one of my own

creation. Marriage? Children?

Sounds like a double whammy

to me. You don’t even see that

happily-ever-after crap on TV

anymore. Death. Divorce.

Deviance. That pretty well

describes network television

in the twenty-first century.