Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 24, 2009

Hey, where’s my cranberries?

zombie snowmen eating turkey and stuffing…..it could work

Stuffing and corn for me!

Gibblets, anyone?

Not in my socks, please.

As a side note, we now know there’s one more potential source of fresh, young spleens for Dr. Mel.

mmmmm stocking stuffing

lint jelly -©2009 jukeofurl prod

Winky better wish for a spleen

On the last night of the holiday, the two best children on the station get Turkeyclaus’ wishbone.

I got a rock.

If that’s what the good kids get, what do the bad kids get?

And I got a lump of coal.

…And Ma in her kerchief, And I in my cap- sule had just turned on the cryo for our seven month “nap”. When out in the station, There arose such a clamor, I opened the airlock, To see Cliff getting hammered. Then what to my wondering Eyes should appear But a wandering Tribester, with a two-four of beer. He and Cliff downed a couple, Then they started to croon, And I knew from their singing, It must be Doc Toon…

I’d like some mashed potatoes

and a tofurkey

I think I like Hallothankmas better.

The Turkeyclaus gives away raw turkey meat. That may be taking the spirit of giving one step too far.

I like to celebrate the Feast of Alvis.

Alvis: “Now drink with me deeply of the bourbon, scotch, and rye until such time as we are fighting drunk. Then we shall find, and beat the asses of, the nonbelievers who ruined my feast.”

So how many days does this festival run for?

Under the control of marketing it runs forever. Merry Foreverholidaysmasadnauseum!

Hey - what happened to FESTIVUS! I have a few grievances I want to air.

THANKSGIVING (Author unknown)

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN’T SLEEP I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP. THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES. I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, ‘TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES…. HAPPY EATING TO ALL; PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE..

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES ‘N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP, MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS, MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.

HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!

Raw turkey meat meant he was really giving of himself.