Much cha"grins" about nothing.
Be afraid, turkeys. Be very afraid.
Time to make testament.
Garfield will choose the biggest, fattest one, and the family can have the other.
The Cheshire cat and family.
Eat tofu, not turkey.
Well, they should. My mother grew up on a farm. By the time she was old enough to have white hair, she and my father had decided that murdering sentient turkeys out in the middle of nowhere influenced us all to be psychopaths (sorry Joe and Sarah, but it’s true). My siblings leave the entrails of roasted victims mixed with sweet potatoes to fester in every corner of the Midwest. I just move on. One day I hope to meet Heathcliff himself. Any orders Heathcliff gives I will follow. Hail Heathcliff! Hail Heathclff! Get ready all turkeys, you’re dead, LOL!
for once they all agree with Heathcliff.
Here dinner, dinner, dinner.