Ah, Thanksgiving. A time to spend in the presence of family so your father can shake his head in disappointment at your choice to not eat animal flesh and tell you that you should just pack up and move to California where the rest of the liberal hippies live. And you smile and tell him to smoke another joint. And then your mom cries. Then you get into a fist fight with your brother. And all the while the boy you brought to meet your family wonders why he passed up his Aunt Gurdy’s famous sweet potato strudel to be with a house full of loonies, albeit one that created a magnificently hot blonde chick with big boobs and a heart of gold whom he is currently romantically involved with.And mashed potatoes! Who can forget the mashed potatoes?
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