1 I can understand why you'd want to forget the pickled egg business, but how did he neglect to include the tragedy of nephew Jimmy's car getting a flat tire (with no spare) on his 1972 banana yellow Chevy Nova while returning from Hooters with the 20 pounds of Hot Wings his mom had ordered, so that you were forced to lock her in the shed lest she repeat last year's social faux paux of wrenching both drum sticks off the turkey and using them to bludgeon cousin Billy Joe Bob before snarfing them down and then eating all the unidentified "leftovers" in the fridge, including that bowl of blue stuff that had been in the produce keeper since Super Bowl '98.

2 Trackback circle jerk in progress....

3 Susie, if you're just gonna be blabbing all the family secrets, I'm not inviting you to next year's T-day :-P