I caught someone's cat prowling around in my yard. You know, those things really do taste like chicken; little gamey,mama wrote:Thank you for not killing an animal needlessly. Everything but turkey for me too.Sometime Lefty wrote:Happy Thanksgiving to all. And a big thank you to Banni. Tofurky is on the menu here!
*jumps up and down on the 'fobe*homerfobe wrote:I caught someone's cat prowling around in my yard. You know, those things really do taste like chicken; little gamey,mama wrote:Thank you for not killing an animal needlessly. Everything but turkey for me too.Sometime Lefty wrote:Happy Thanksgiving to all. And a big thank you to Banni. Tofurky is on the menu here!
but I was thankful it came along when it did. It didn't die needlessly.
mama wrote:*jumps up and down on the 'fobe*
bannination wrote:Happy Thanksgiving all!
Thanks, Bill! Right now, I'm stuffed to the gills - no spaghetti, though I did look for it.Bungalow Bill wrote:Mike, I'm not offended. I know it was offered in a good spirit. Thank you. Hope you're having a great Thanksgiving.
Indeed!Bungalow Bill wrote:Not to get all football-centric, but a great post-dessert treat would be a Redskins victory over the Cowboys.
bannination wrote:Oh yeah, and be careful out there.... those turkey's are killers.
bannination wrote:Oh yeah, and be careful out there.... those turkey's are killers.
mike wrote:bannination wrote:Oh yeah, and be careful out there.... those turkey's are killers.
Reminds of a funny Thanksgiving story from when I was in High School ...
My grandmother, who grew up on a farm in Kentucky, always raised a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. As she got older and knew her days were winding down, she moved in with us and wanted to raise her last turkey.
As we were raising the turkey, it had free reign of the yard. If anyone came by, the turkey would peck on their car and chase them when they got out. That turkey was a terror, I tell ya!
I remember coming home from work the evening before Thanksgiving and my grandmother was plucking its feathers (after my Dad had one of his employees come over and do the deed). At last the terror was over!
After suffering, and seeing others suffer, its reign of terror, I swear, to this day, that was the best turkey I've ever eaten.
mike wrote:bannination wrote:Oh yeah, and be careful out there.... those turkey's are killers.
Reminds of a funny Thanksgiving story from when I was in High School ...
My grandmother, who grew up on a farm in Kentucky, always raised a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. As she got older and knew her days were winding down, she moved in with us and wanted to raise her last turkey.
As we were raising the turkey, it had free reign of the yard. If anyone came by, the turkey would peck on their car and chase them when they got out. That turkey was a terror, I tell ya!
I remember coming home from work the evening before Thanksgiving and my grandmother was plucking its feathers (after my Dad had one of his employees come over and do the deed). At last the terror was over!
After suffering, and seeing others suffer, its reign of terror, I swear, to this day, that was the best turkey I've ever eaten.
lawl ... I was hardly a child, JTA.JTA wrote:I too was once attacked by a turkey as a child.
Guess I'll have to get over being told I look like my father.MrB. wrote:Best wishes to all my friends. I don't believe I have any foes; if I do, get over it and have a good day with family and/or friends!
You guys are the best.....well some of you are anyway!
Or maybe this fantasy from a letter contributor to the AC-T...Vrede wrote:Why I Hate Thanksgiving
Not that I personally hate it, just good to know the full story rather than the storybook one.
