10 RULES FOR THANKSGIVING DINNER AT THE KNICKS FANATICS' PENTHOUSE
(Knicks Fanatics Admin: ROFLMAO. Very Funny)
1. Don't get in line asking questions about the food African. "Who made the potato salad? 'Is it egg in there?' Are the greens fresh? Is the meat in the greens turkey or pork? Who made the macaroni and cheese? What kind of pie is that? Who made it? Ask one more question and Peaceman will punch you in your mouth, knocking out all your fronts so you won't be able to eat anything but soup.
2. If you can't walk or are missing any limbs, sit your ass down until the Village Ambassador Orange & Blue or someone with sense makes your plate for you. Dinner time is not the time for you to be independent. Nibble on them damn pecans and walnuts to hold you over until the Ghost of Orange & Blue or BARF (if he shows up) brings you a damn plate.
3. If you have kids under the age of twelve Like HarlemMD n'em, Lives the Admin will escort their little asses to the basement and bring their food down to them. They are not gonna tear this damn house up this year. Tell them that they are not allowed upstairs until it's time for Uncle GeorgeM, TMan, Kevin Harewood or StatesMen to start telling old NYK stories about the glory days, Bradley, DaveD, Holtzman, Bernard King, Ewing and Oakley. If they come upstairs for any reason except for that--they are bleeding to death cause Augie will break a foot off in their asses!
4. There is going to be one prayer for Thanksgiving dinner! JUST ONE! We do not care that you are thankful that your BBall Star daughter made the WNBA Sparks BronxMD or your wife just got on the cover of Sports Illustrated DLT. Save that talk for somebody who gives a damn. The time limit for the prayer is one minute. If you are still talking after that one minute is up Cooleyhigh, you will feel something hard come across your lips and they will be swollen for approximately 20 minutes. Furthermore, you ain't gettin' no ice from the punch bowl.















