Let's play football on the front lawn.
Who wants to say grace?
This turkey is to die for.
Your turkey is 18 times better than Carol's infamous burnt cheesecloth turkey of yore.
How dare you?!
Let's sing a medley of Thanksgiving songs.
You're so funny when you're drunk.
Is this going in the blog?
Oh, @#$%, I spilled cranberry on my shirt.
These pants fit when I walked in.
I will now recite a short soliloquy on gratitude.
All credit cards accepted.
God bless Donald Trump.
Next year, Jerusalem.
You got so tall.
You got shorter.
Thanksgiving means thanks living.
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