so you turkeys...

[Lady Cop]

what are you doing for Thanksgiving? i live in the land of the pilgrims/colonists/wampanoags. i'm going to the turkey farm and pick out an unfortunate turkey to be slaughtered. are you having a lot of guests or going to someone else's house?

tell us your plans, i am tired of the usual bullshit insults here.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

[Sinister]

Going to Mom's for Thanksmas. We do Thanksgiving and Christmas on Thanksgiving because shortly after, the parental units head to Florida.

HUGE spread, homemade candies, 22# turkey, about 15 people including the evil step-sisters and their spawn, then after dinner it's time for stockings. I have the most fun watching my son open his stocking and I have a special surprise for him this year. A bunch of gizmos for his new electric guitar. He'll be floored. They usually have to wheel me out to my car in a wheelbarrow. I don't have to grocery shop for a week after this gathering, either.

[Lady Cop]

we have so many wild turkeys here, here's one walking down a Boston street! ::lmao::

[Middle Finger]

I just came in from putting my giant blow up turkey out! It's friggin cold! In-laws are coming over as usual. My mother-in-law is like a Martha Steward, she rocks!

[Lady Cop]

MF's blow-up turkey! ::lmao::

have a good one sweetie!

[Middle Finger]

:cool:

[Liquid]

not sure if you have seen this but it has been big news the past few days. Sarah Palin must be the dumbest person in the entire world. what an idiot! This video is almost too amazing to be true. Be warned that it is a little gross if you do not like seeing turkeys killed.

She gives an interview on camera while turkeys are being killed in the background

Enjoy and happy thanksgiving - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-kjM1asH-8

and you can read more about the story at -
http://www.politicaldisgust.com/2008/11/...-incident/

[Zenith]

I like to call it "When the Pilgrims Stole the Land from the Indians Day" and I don't like to celebrate it because of that so what we do is just eat dinner together (as we do every other night) and sit and enjoy a movie, discussion, sports game, etc. with one another. Of course, my sweetie pie has his birthday the week before (we just celebrated it) and that's when we do most of our festive stuff until Kwanzaa.

Of course, when I was growing up, it was an all out thanksgiving feast! Of course, in retrospect this made no sense to me either because we would always eat so damn much and then after that was over,....eat some more

::wait::

[so anyway....happy turkey day y'all] ::gigg::

[Lady Cop]

my English lover wrote this...

Re: Plymouth, pilgrims and the ROCK


Ah the founding fathers et al, I will no doubt be roundly tharshed by my American colleagues but here is my take with more than a nod to Bill Bryson

The one thing the Pilgrims certainly didn't do was step ashore on Plymouth Rock. Quite apart from the consideration that it may have stood well above the high-water mark in 1620, sensible sailor would try to bring a ship alongside a boulder in a heaving December sea when a sheltered inlet beckoned nearby.

If the Pilgrims even noticed Plymouth Rock, there is no sign of it. No mention of the rock is found among any of the surviving documents and letters of the age, and in*deed it doesn't make its first recorded appearance until 1715, almost a century later.'

Wherever they landed, we can assume that the 102 Pilgrims stepped from their storm-tossed little ship with unsteady legs and huge relief. They had just spent nine and a half damp and perilous weeks at sea, crammed together on a creaking vessel small enough to be parked on a modern tennis court. The crew, with the customary graciousness of sailors, referred to them as puke stockings, on account of their apparently boundless ability to spatter the latter with the former, though in fact they had handled the experience reasonably well.' Only one passenger had died en route, and two had been added through births (one of whom ever after reveled in the exuberant name of Oceanus Hopkins).

They called themselves Saints. Those members of the party who were not Saints they called Strangers. Pilgrims in reference to these early voy*agers would not become common for another two hundred years. Even later was Founding Fathers. It isn't found until the twentieth century, in a speech by Warren G. Harding. Nor, strictly speaking, is it correct to call them Puritans. They were Separatists, so called because they had left the Church of England. Puritans were those who remained in the Angli*can Church but wished to purify it. They wouldn't arrive in America for another decade, but when they did they would quickly eclipse, and eventually absorb, this little original colony.

It would be difficult to imagine a group of people more ill-suited to a life in the wilderness. They packed as if they had misunderstood the purpose of the trip. They found room for sundials and candle snuffers,a drum, a trumpet, and a complete history of Turkey. One William Mullins packed 126 pairs of shoes and thirteen pairs of boots.

Yet they failed to bring a single cow or horse, plow or fishing line. Among the professions represented on the Mayflower's manifest were two tailors, a printer, several merchants, a silk worker, a shopkeeper, and a hatter*--occupations whose indispensability is not immediately evident when one thinks of surviving in a hostile environment.' Their military com*mander, Miles Standish, was so diminutive of stature that he was known to all as "Captain Shrimpe"- hardly a figure to inspire awe in the sav*age natives, whom they confidently expected to encounter. With the uncertain exception of the little captain, probably none in the party had ever tried to bring down a wild animal. Hunting in seventeenth-century Europe was a sport reserved for the aristocracy. Even those who labeled themselves farmers generally had scant practical knowledge of hus*bandry, since farmer in the 1600s, and for some time afterward, signified an owner of land rather than one who worked it.

They were, in short, dangerously unprepared for the rigors ahead, and they demonstrated their incompetence in the most dramatic possi*ble way: by dying in droves. Six expired in the first two weeks, eight the next month, seventeen more in February, a further thirteen in March. By April, when the Mayflower set sail back to England,* just fifty-four people, nearly half of them children, were left to begin the long work of turning this tenuous toehold into a self-sustaining colony.'

At this remove, it is difficult to imagine just how alone this small, hap*less band of adventurers was. Their nearest kindred neighbors-at Jamestown in Virginia and at a small and now all but forgotten colony at Cupers (now Cupids) Cove in Newfoundland*-were five hundred miles off in opposite directions. At their back stood a hostile ocean, and before them lay an inconceivably vast and unknown continent of "wild and savage hue," in William Bradford's uneasy words. They were about as far from the comforts of civilization as anyone had ever been (certainly as far as anyone had ever been without a fishing line).

But against all the odds and with a little help from the natives, one of whom greeted them in English?? they made it to found the country we now know as the USA.

[Zenith]

But against all the odds and [color="blue"]with a little help from the natives[/color], one of whom greeted them in English?? they made it to [color="blue"]found the country we now know as the USA.[/color]

awwwhh, the natives only get credit for giving a "little help" even though there were already people on the land and according to this wonderful story, one who already knew the language :shock:

The poor, lonely, "beat down" pil*grims still went on to "found" the country known as the USA against all odds...hmmm....only in America huh?
::wait:: Oooooook.

[I think I hate the pilgrim, seperatist, "saint callin' themselves", asshats]::angrier::

[AnonyMoose]

I hate turkey, but love all the fixins. Every year my wife surprises me with something fun since I won't eat turkey. Some years are better than others; but my favorite is rock cornish game hens or leg of lamb. Other than that main dish; I do all the fixins that everyone else is enjoying- sweet potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, dutch apple pie, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc.

[Middle Finger]

Oh man, turkey with gravy or cranberry ... YUM.

[Duchess]

leg of lamb.

Baby eating, meat loving savage....Off with your head !

[Cynical Ninja]

leg of lamb.

Baby eating, meat loving savage....Off with your head !

Oh shut up you tofu eating bitch.

Theres nothing better than a lamb joint or Lamb cutlets with mint sauce.

I am also a big supporter of there being more British veal being sold, most young male dairy cows are just slaughtered and burned in the UK, at least let them die for a reason i.e food.

[Cynical Ninja]

I hate turkey, but love all the fixins. Every year my wife surprises me with something fun since I won't eat turkey. Some years are better than others; but my favorite is rock cornish game hens or leg of lamb. Other than that main dish; I do all the fixins that everyone else is enjoying- sweet potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, dutch apple pie, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc.

I am not a big turkey fan, I would rather have a beef or gammon joint, or a nice goose for Christmas.

[Cynical Ninja]

I like to call it "When the Pilgrims Stole the Land from the Indians Day" and I don't like to celebrate it because of that so what we do is just eat dinner together (as we do every other night) and sit and enjoy a movie, discussion, sports game, etc. with one another. Of course, my sweetie pie has his birthday the week before (we just celebrated it) and that's when we do most of our festive stuff until Kwanzaa.

Of course, when I was growing up, it was an all out thanksgiving feast! Of course, in retrospect this made no sense to me either because we would always eat so damn much and then after that was over,....eat some more

::wait::

[so anyway....happy turkey day y'all] ::gigg::

I thinks its funny that when the pilgrims landed, the native Americans offered them some of their food, the pilgrims (being the uptight cork in the ass pricks that they were) refused it and turned them down.

However when it came to winter, the pilgrims had fuck all food left, so they had to go to the nearest native American settlement with their stovepipe hats in hand saying "Excuse me Mr Indian sir?, have you still got some of that food left?"

::doh::::bigg::

[Middle Finger]

leg of lamb.

Baby eating, meat loving savage....Off with your head !

Oh shut up you tofu eating bitch.

Theres nothing better than a lamb joint or Lamb cutlets with mint sauce.

I am also a big supporter of there being more British veal being sold, most young male dairy cows are just slaughtered and burned in the UK, at least let them die for a reason i.e food.

Duchess has a nice new avatar. ::banana::

[Lady Cop]

leg of lamb.

Baby eating, meat loving savage....Off with your head !

Oh shut up you tofu eating bitch.

Theres nothing better than a lamb joint or Lamb cutlets with mint sauce.

I am also a big supporter of there being more British veal being sold, most young male dairy cows are just slaughtered and burned in the UK, at least let them die for a reason i.e food.

Duchess has a nice new avatar. ::banana::

so if we all post an av of a pussy you will love us? SUCKER.

[Duchess]

No, not everyone...Just me...Heh..Heh

[Sinister]

so if we all post an av of a pussy you will love us? SUCKER.

I changed mine to something a little different. ::sly::