Last Kiss by John Lustig for November 21, 2023

“I will tell you after dinner.”

Anybody want to get stuffed?

Bless this turkey, and bless this bird that we’re about to eat.

Nice to know they had red nail polish in Pilgrim times.

I said I wanted to pet your turkey, big boy.

he’s a birdbrain…

“Of course you can bring your pet turkey along. In fact, we’ll make the guest of honor! And he can stay for supper on Friday, and lunch on Saturday, and on Sunday, he has to be there as we enjoy a delicious soup.”

Don’t forget to bring your Brothers pet Deer .

This one nearly put me on the floor! Thankfully I didn’t have a mouthful of coffee!

She thinks, “It’s not just the hat that makes him seem so stupid.”

“You’re cuter than I thought. But you’re not too bright, though”.

He will soon find out……!

“My pet turkey” sounds like another euphemism.

Give thanks for our pet peeves.

Never mind just put on the food handling gloves.

A little something to keep in mind as we stuff ourselves Thursday: The first Thanksgiving feast was venison and eel soup – and the holiday was declared to celebrate the annihilation of a whole town (over 600, IIRC) of Native Americans – men, women, and children – without the loss of a single European invader.

“We’re going to give the word “Gobble” a whole new meaning."

The next day: HAS ANONE SEEN TOMMY BUTTERBALL?

Uh-oh…

“Twas Mistress Blaine who told us the he doth be so cute, one mayith wish to gobble him up.”

He somehow managed to hide the pet turkey in his pants, and when it stuck its head out and gobble-gobbled — she freaked!

Assuming the turkeys these folks ate were like the wild ones today, they would have to have been very hungry and had very sharp teeth.

I guess he’s not one to keep up with trending….LOL

You are what you eat.

“I said I wanted to see Big Tom. Why did you think I wanted to see a turkey, you big doofus?” thinks the woman.