Wake up and hear the gobbles. I think that’s how the expression goes. The sound of all you lady turkeys and man turkeys was better than any wild turkey calls I’ve ever heard before. And believe me, I’ve been on some wild turkey hunts. Peru, Iceland, Turkey, Dubai they all had their perks and wild turkeys but not as wild as the ones here in LA.
With your caruncle flapping around, your sweaty snoods, and the waddle of your wattle you could tell there were PRs to be had. Also who would have thought that all you gobblers would get PR wasted today. Well the proof is in the stuffing that you’ve been working hard and wanted to earn that cranberry sauce slathered on top of ya. Not to mention the giant hunk of pumpkin pie ready to be devoured.
So kudos to you Meleagris Pallopavo, you’ve earned yourself a dinner and a thankful day.
Homework– Tell three people that you are thankful for having them in your life!
#NP_TSA– If you are traveling for the feast take of photo of yourself in your terminal, train, smelly bus and include the #NP_TSA. who knows maybe you’ll find a new NP friend on the same route or someone who is looking for a feast.
To the biggest turkey of them all! Gabe we will miss you!
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