I don't know.
I don't really care for shopping so I happily stay home and take care of the post-festivities clean-up.
|That's NOT what is meant by turkey and dressing.|
|She's just trying to sweet talk you, turkey. Seriously, run for it.|
|Seems to be a theme forming here.|
|Okay, now she needs to make a run for it. That thing is a monster!|
|One thing I can glean from all of this is that turkeys are exceptionally dim.|
|Okay, well, there is a turkey, but there's also a cornucopia, and it doesn't seem like the turkey is in mortal danger.|
|Pumpkins, pilgrim, stockings, angry savages, massive shoe buckles - all the ingredients of a Thanksgiving Jamboree.|
|There's that gun again - but not a turkey in sight. However, I do see something to be thankful for.|
|Honorary Unbelievababe Barbara Eden seems a little mixed up about her holidays. Never mind, Barbara.|
|"Happy Coachella! - uh, I mean, Thanksgiving. Dudes."|
|Note: Not actually Michael's loo. (P.S. It totally is.)|
|"Oh, is it hot in here? We haven't done|
anything wrong, so we didn't notice"
|"And when we do, are you going to want pickles on that Whopper?"|
|"What have you done to our beloved Mumsie, you lousy sonova..."|
|A coin-op laundry, no less.|
|Mr. Waverly, sans Pith helmet. Handy with a machete.|
|Papa Dolmio, pitch man for Dolmio sauces. Handy with a ripe tomato.|
|(L to R) Val KillMore, "Lipless" Louie LaChance, Francis "Fuzzy Bollocks" Fingerman, Gordon Gozook|
|(L to R) Captain Sid Squidmore, Stan "Crazy Eyes" McGeedle, Ted "The Rogue" Rogers, Dr. Pavel Pachabel|
|(L to R) Lancelot Lurksalot, Claude "The Disappointer" Burnbottom, Ed "What? It's just a mustache! Don't get all bent out of shape, rabbi" Bleen (AKA "The Passive Aggressor") General Sergei Von Grut|
|(L to R) "Smarmy Joe" Woodcock, Dick "Dirt" Tidrow, Felix "The Iron Douche" Skidmarque, Henry "The Squisher" Gloomgard|
"Seriously, guys: Is all the stuff you boast about true and factual? I mean ... there are things that really stretch the boundaries of plausibility and seem to carom into the world of science fiction* ..."
"You're Michael ... right? How ya doin' ... ??? Jeff and Clark invited me for dinner and I wasn't about to come over empty handed ..."