That's right, you residents of The USA are celebrating your quaint little feast, rushing around kitchens, opening cans of cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie filling and desparately calling relatives in other parts of the country to give them the recipe for gravy, once again, please....
Be careful, don't rush and don't come running to me if a turkey gets stuck on your head. You can't say I didn't warn you....
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I have yet to get my head up the turkey, but who knows, there is still time for that, I suppose.
I wonder, though, if Mr. Bean suffered any Salmonella effects afterwards from the raw turkey he was playing with.
I've already sliced my finger on a can of yams this morning, red blood mixing nicely with the orange yams. Bon appétit!
Blood, canned yams...perhaps it time for an incantation, bring the virgin turkey to be sacrificed!
Oh I just love a good old fashioned pagan ritual!
Let us anoint ourselves with cranberries!
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