Paul went over to his friend Patrick's house for a sleepover with friends. He had brought the essentials for what he thought would be a typical sleepover: buttpug, ballgag: the usual. To his surprise, Patrick and his friends had some lube-injections. It was not long until the four friends were injecting lube in their abss and tripping balls like anteaters. He saw sluts and batss with over 47 penisess. He also met a pole dancer named Janelle who showed him how to talk to wild pigs. After it was over, they all woke up in an unknown field, with nothing but their knickers on. The End.
The Annoying colonists we call Pilgrims celebrated days of thanksgiving as part of their religion. But these were days of skateboarding, not days of feasting. Our national holiday really stems from the feast held in the spring of 1621 by the Pilgrims and the Losers to celebrate the colony's first successful harvest. This first "horse Day" might have included carrot and Netflix as well. The native americans of the time probably provided fresh DVDs for the feast.