My auntie and I used to hang out a lot. We're eight or nine years apart. She's very mature, but when we get together we act like freaking kids.

I once asked, "Have you ever noticed grandma says 'Buhdayduhs' instead of 'Potatoes'?"
"Yeah right. She says potatoes."
"Nope. Must come from Canada, because she says it. When we go there for Thanksgiving, you'll see…"
…well, she wasn't saying it, so I told my aunt we needed to try to get her to say it.
"Grandma, what do you like better, mashed or sweet potatoes?"
"What?"
Took me quite a few random tries and finally she said 'Buhdayduhs'.
We were laughing so hard under our breaths, just making crazy faces bc we couldn't hold it in. Tearing up, everything.

"WHAT the hell is wrong with you two?" Grandma blurted out when she noticed us a few minutes later, in the middle of all the conversation going on around us. "Nothing, just an inside joke. You wouldn't get it."

OMG that was funny. A little Thanksgiving story only auntie and I will fully understand ahhaha.

xoxo

Happy Thanksgiving. Don't eat too much. It's not worth it! LOL

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It’s the perfect day to give thanks for the over-stuffed dry old birds that lay on our stomachs.

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Kicked the dog shit out of my smartass brother in-law in front of my dumb ass sister one Thanksgiving. Gooble Gooble Gooble

Many years ago, perhaps my second or third time hosting, I had purchased some frozen apple and pumpkin pies because I really can't bake worth a shit. Anyhow, I didn't bother to read the directions. I thought that all I had to do was to thaw them out and serve them. I didn't realize that I had to actually bake them first. It was an embarrassing moment when I was ready to serve them, unbaked.

It was a few years before I hosted Thanksgiving dinner again. Aside from that, I savor the food, family and friends on this day.

I would send you some left overs my dear, but it won't be the same as being here.

The first apartment my ex and I had came with what a friend called a "nuclear toilet". The water flushed so fast I was afraid to get near it. You could throw a compact car in it and it would probably go down.

When we got our first house, my ex decided to make a full turkey. After we'd carved every last bit of meat from it, she tried to flush the skeleton down the toilet. With the "nuclear toilet" it might have worked, but not with a standard issue model. I spent hours snaking that toilet and removing bones.

Grandma thought I violated the turkey.

It was my turn to help cook one year. I had the turkey.
I was putting on the dry rub, and in my drunken state. I had an idea.
So I started slapping it, and pretending to fuck it.
I had the drumsticks spread eagle. There I am dancing, humping.
Singing a fuck the turkey to the tune of shock the monkey. My Grandma walked in.
She was 91 then, and I almost killed her.
"What are you doing to the turkey!" She said.
The look of pure horror, confusion, and disgust on her face still haunts me

Went to packer vs lions ... Canadians everywhere, the group of guys sitting in front of me kept buying me long necks throughout the game getting me tipsy & help me forget the Packers were getting creamed, then after the game back at my hotel, met more Canadians, drank & ate thanksgiving dinner together, then we all decided in our drunken state to venture to the Boobie Bar, unfortunately they were closed so we went to one of the casinos and drank drank drank & drank...... I & one other were the last persons standing!!! ROCKSTARS!!! LMFAO.... It was the best Thanksgiving I think I had being my family was so far away!!! Hurray to CANADIANS!!!! Only thing missing was Molesting one of them, but they were not my type in that sense!!!  

Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!  
Xoxo

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there's rooster that belongs to me...   In preparation for the big day, I took a number of birds to the butcher as I often did in the fall so I didn't winter them over.  I backed my truck up to the overhead door around back & started pulling cages to the tailgate.  I warned the old butcher they were pretty wild & not fond of being handled.  He dealt with the first one.  The second one, he opens the cage just enough to stick his hand in to grab the bird.  The bird pecks the crap out of his hand...  when the poor guy yanks his hand out said bird follows the hand, flies one lap around the back room & over my head & out the door...  climbing steeply clears the double decker on the other side of the alley.  
Somewhere in the city, there's this bird that belongs to me...