I remember Thanksgivings growing up in Pocatello. We’d always have a pretty good meal – a good sized Butterball and all of the traditional dishes. Well, one year, we decided that we’d try a fresh turkey the next time. We drove out to American Falls to a turkey farm in early December and got ourselves a little baby turkey, the plan being that we’d raise it and have the best turkey EVAH the next year.
So this thing lived in our back yard, and I’m sure you can imagine what happened. Of course we named him (Tom), and we’d play with him, and pretty soon he was sleeping inside, and would hop up on our beds, and he’d get so excited when we came home from school. Tom really was one of the family.
Well, come holiday time, there was just no way that we could do the deed. He’d come to mean so much to all of us, and to even consider following through on the plan was unthinkable.
So we ate the dog.
4 years ago
6 comments:
That's sick!
Is it a vieled threat against Indy's life? Be careful - I'm not sure you can play in her league.
Damnit! They need to put spellcheck on these!
I think Indy would cook up right nice. She's plenty plump.
Did you mean "vialed"?
Ha! That's pretty good! I do recommend you watch your back around Indy this week though. Holidays are perfect opportunities for 'accidents'...
I know you have more Thanksgiving jokes in your repertoire. Dig deeper, Acorn.
Nope, that's pretty much all I got. Arbor Day, I got a million of 'em. Thanksgiving, only one.
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