PITT #333 – I Ain’t No Jive Sand Turkey

Legend has it that once a year, on the eve of Thanksgiving, the wild and elusive Sand Turkey descends from its roost to place judgment upon thee with the scrupulous eye of a cynical Jewish grandmother. Whether one is judged favorably or unfavorably, there remains a lingering sense of disappointment in the mind of the Sand Turkey, you are perpetually not good enough. This judgement cast down from the mighty Sand Turkey is sure to be a meager precursor to that which will surely take place around the Thanksgiving Day feast after the recent elections. Whether your candidate won or lost is of little significance to those visiting relatives that will thrust their extremist political views into the hearts, minds, and mouths of everyone at the table. The hares and the legendary, almighty Sand Turkey have teamed up to prepare you for all the mouth thrusting you can endure as you sit down with your loved ones to feast.

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