“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?”
“Turkey at my house, probably”
“Do you know what you would be eating if the pilgrims shot a cat instead of a turkey?”
“No. What?”
“Pussy”
I’m subjected to this joke every year.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
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