Why turkey? Is it because it only comes in one size—gigantic—and not small and cute like those cute little roaster chickens we eat during the rest of the year?
Whose idea was it that we should all gather with family? Is it to show us how grateful we are to be able to leave them?
Have you ever noticed that on the week of Thanksgiving there is a ton of food in the house, but nothing to eat Monday through Wednesday? Once all that Thursday cooking is done, the fridge is empty, and so is your wallet because you spent your entire food budget on food for just one day.
Want to see the scariest place on earth? Visit a supermarket on Thanksgiving week. It’s as if everyone just suddenly remembered a holiday we celebrate every year at the same time was upon them.
Seriously, why do we eat the same meal every year? It’s a little creepy, almost as if we’ve been brainwashed. (Yes, I do understand what the word tradition means, but if you’re asking me that, you clearly don’t understand what the word sarcastic means)
Who are you fooling with that fancy china? No one gives a crap what their plate looks like when it’s slathered in gravy.
Why does Thanksgiving have to “kick off” the holiday season? Do we really need a whole “season” for holidays?
Who decided that standing on line at four am (not for a club) all drunk on turkey was a fun idea? How in the hell did they get that many people to buy into it??
Does anyone really watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade? Have you seen those creepy floats? I mean really, people.
It’s official—Thanksgiving is an obligatory pain in the ass, and I’m grateful that every year I get to say it.
I hope you all survive the endless eating and encounters with family 🙂