As we all know, the early bird gets the … chocolate. In preparation of Thanksgiving — hey! it’s not that far away! — I’ve finally found the perfect Thanksgiving Day turkey. Well, the perfect one would be a pet turkey named Henry, but since the condo board likely wouldn’t go for that one (ugh!), this alternative, I must say, is pretty damned awesome. I make no promises whatsoever on whether or not this gem actually makes it to Thanksgiving.
my bet is it’s already gone or close to being gone.
You would probably win that bet … 😀
There isn’t going to be a pardon here, is there? I think the term “slaughter” is probably more accurate.
Too late for a pardon, I’m afraid.
YOU ATE FRED??!!!!
Poor, poor Fred … long may he be remembered as the best turkey ever. I’ll hold a vigil for him with some Bailey’s and his brother George (the 2nd best turkey ever). 😀
You’re a monster – I mean that in a nice way… 😈😁