I think that the single largest source of mirth at the Thanksgiving dinner was Dan’s xkcd tshirt. Dan and I were the only ones who knew what this meant. Dave was the only other person capable of grasping it. Everyone else kept asking Dan to explain the shirt over and over. No matter how many ways he tried to do it, the response was always “I don’t get it”. Later on the response was a sarcastic “OK”. Later on in the evening/night everyone was sudo ordering people to do things even though they had no idea what that meant. The person who was ordered to do something would invariably answer “OK!” IT was hilarious and maddening at the same time.
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