I heard this one on the radio.
On Thankgiving the Chicago Police responded to a “teenage girl with a knife” call. After unarming the girl, the true story was told. Apparently she was unhappy with the way the bird was cooked and said it was too dry, it was always too dry and she hated the way mom cooked the turkey. Many other hateful comments were shared. She then hopped up on the table and proceeded to urinate on the bird. Then she grabbed the carving knife and continued to assault the bird until the cops arrived. The girl was taken to the hospital for a psychiatric evaluation and the family was taken to a good pizza place.
And you thought your family was bad.
That’s funny, I had a Thanksgiving urination story too… I recently got married and we moved to our own place at the same time. Since then (almost 2 months) I have grown accustom to leaving the door open when I pee. Well guess what. Thanksgiving rolls around and we decide to have it at our house. After filling myself to the brim with coffee and other urination stimulators I found myself wandering to the bathroom (which is right off the dining room.) I lift the lid and begin to pee when I hear my wife charging for the door yelling, “Dammit LL, close the door!” When I came out all her relatives were looking at me like I had the plague. I sat down and resumed eating as though nothing had happened- I don’t embarrass easily. My wife on the other hand repeatedly kicked me under the table and gave me the eye of death.
LiquidLobotomy–they were probably wondering if you washed your hands! :eek:
The eye of death? I usually prefer the drumstick.
Touché.
Come to think of it, I don’t think I washed my hands…
My (soon to be ex-)wife came out of the closet to her mother while she was visiting for Thanksgiving. Her girlfriend joined us for dinner.