it is a time for a giving of thanks.
thanksgiving.

i will give thanks for the following things in no particular order:

the g chord.
dick jokes.
beer.
boob jobs.
dirk nowitzki.
my kick ass hair.
the daily show.
my housepants.
copenhagen.
beer again.
thc.
buk.
bill hicks.
bob dylan.
willie, waylon and the boys.
all my friends.
my love, ferrell.
gas station corn dogs.
the history and golf channel.
netflix.
my new putting grip.
my extremely high intelligence.
my overflowing amount of talent.
jagermeister.
bc powders.
chico sticks.
mom and dad.
sloppy joes.
my freedom.
drew bledsoe.
overalls.
chuck taylors.
long haired hippy freaks.
my left hook.
cheeseburgers.
my brother.
all the rest of ya'll.

and of course my two kids, cole and madison. truly the lights of my life. i love you both with all my soul.

and in conclusion,

i will be at the wreck room for the third annual thanksgiving-after cowboys game-scott copeland acoustic show at 7:30.

get your tickets now....

livin' like thanksgivin',

scott