When my parents divorced, I was bummed out that I had to attend two thanksgiving dinners. The second was not turkey. We charred hot dogs over an open fire (lived in the midwest at the time) and made smores. It was pretty great.
This had nothing to do with the election. It’s just a nice memory.
Slightly off topic:
When my parents divorced, I was bummed out that I had to attend two thanksgiving dinners. The second was not turkey. We charred hot dogs over an open fire (lived in the midwest at the time) and made smores. It was pretty great.
This had nothing to do with the election. It’s just a nice memory.
I’m not skinny enough to understand this sentiment
I, too, choose this guy’s second dinner.
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I don’t know why my memory of hot dogs on an open fire and smores doesn’t appeal to you. We’re different.