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Turkey piñatas...
or these are the people cooking your food.
Take and cleaue your Turkie on the backe, and bruise all the bones.
"Well, you don't want to *break* them...that looks suspicious..."
"On the dark side I picture stalking turkeys with rattan..."
"I wonder if I can bring 3 turkeys to the Bhakail heavy practice... hmmmm."
"Oooo, a turkey piñata for the heavies. Who wants the first whack?"
Take and cleaue your Turkie on the backe, and bruise all the bones.
"Well, you don't want to *break* them...that looks suspicious..."
"On the dark side I picture stalking turkeys with rattan..."
"I wonder if I can bring 3 turkeys to the Bhakail heavy practice... hmmmm."
"Oooo, a turkey piñata for the heavies. Who wants the first whack?"
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I once asked my husband if he wanted to go to an Herbal Symposium event (thinking he'd be interested in the class on gruit ales, etc).
Pause.
"Will there be fighting?"
*head desk, head desk*
I don't even want to tell him about your turkey recipe. I will, 'cause he'll be fascinated. But He'll also ask if he can use it for a pell, first.
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