Every year in November my mother likes to make a huge Thanksgiving feast

She spends three days cooking and when Thursday rolls around she she has 27 separate dishes, at least.

She starts with turkey and ham mashed potatoes,

can eat yams, crab cranberry sauce with and without rings

green bean casserole homemade to her rolls those little olives with the things in the holes

oh my gosh you should see everything.

She has some stuffing and steamed Rue de Vegas and there's some squash. Somebody save us.

The corn and carrots are coming out next.

Bees and string paints,

soup, interrains, honey, and corn red now she's just being mean.

I think I'm starting to feel the effects.

Oh please, mom, could you stop feeding us so much.

Oh yeah, I'm so full already I think I've lost my sense and touch and that can't be good, but did she listen?

Oh no

Cocktail wieners, crackers and salami, oh my goodness, please stop bar me.

Then came sausage, oysters, and salmon.

And here's a bowl of wild rice and a walnut or salad.

Well that looks nice.

Boy, you think she's feeding a famine.

Then she had beef,

brus, good tacos and some chili. Now this is just getting plain silly.

Everyone gets apple sauce and a pork chop.

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