Thanksgiving is on Monday.
(At least in Canada it is. The Americans have their Thanksgiving at some fucked up time, like three days before Christmas or something.)
It's this time of year that I feel bad for the Vegans.
That salad sure doesn't look as tasty as my Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy. I'm sure it's good and all, but what satisfaction can you get from a salad?
"Honey, that lettuce sure was crisp today - I think I'll nap on the couch for a bit - sleep this big meal off." Say what you will, it's just not the same.
Sure, they'll be lean and long-lived, but I'll be well-fed in my big fat coffin.
Who's laughing now, eh?
Pass the gravy. Will ya?