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The Hey, hun bots and hon bros, happy Thanksgiving.

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We have a special bonus episode today.

It's a quick one.

You can listen to this while you're, I don't know, stuffing your turkey or pulling the stems off your green beans. And if you are somebody that doesn't cut the stems off your green beans, how dare you, sir? Awful. Do it. Seriously. Cut the stems off. I get my green beans the way nature intended by getting a can opener and opening it. I got a bag of Herrick-Cubeer beans waiting for me. But before we get into prepping Thanksgiving, there is a chick-track, the missing day, that has a literal turkey on the front of it. When I saw this, I was like, this is obviously a Thanksgiving chick-track. I didn't really look into it. We might be wrong. but this is our Thanksgiving gift to you while you're prepping for the day, waiting for your family to arrive or

driving to wherever you're going to be. We just wanted to have something a little funny and silly

and ridiculous headed your way on this Thanksgiving. And you know what? If you listen to Jane

Borden's episode, there might be some correlations here. You know what? I think that we might be having some correlations. I'm excited. Oh, I am too. So the setting. It is a family's house. They got the mom and the dad. They're in the kitchen. And the mother is at the oven. There's a turkey in the oven. And the father says, the mob is on the way.

How's dinner coming, Lucy?

And the wife says, it'll be on time.

I hope they will.

And then it cuts to an exterior shot where it's family members like getting into a van.

And they're all complaining.

And someone says, I hate her cooking.

Someone else says, shut up, Martha, that's my aunt.

Ugh, God.

And then there's a little kid who's like, my blood sugar is low.

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