"while the men drink and bust balls"
The "men" being Nana, that weird Opie looking brother in law and fagboy Warren Costello.
Theres more testosterone in that kitchen with Missy Muscles and Dawn No Tits.
Yep, Nana's living room on Thanksgiving is like a table at the Comedy Cellar, with the menfolk roasting one another, complete with raucous hooting and forced guffawing galore. Meanwhile, a hung over Missy is clomping around in her size eleven flip-flops, belching, scratching her ass and dumping plates of preprepared supermarket slop on cheap plates so Nana doesn't have to get up. Too bad Norman Rockwell isn't around to capture that scene.
And imagine the scene right after everyone leaves, when Nana starts girlishly bitching about what a cunt his sister is and what a faggot Warren has become, and Missy excitedly gets back to tweeting Hitler memes to guys she wants to fuck. Family values and all.
