Turkee

Thanks to all for their cold remedies suggested earlier this week. I was better yesterday, but today woke up feeling like a truck containing a brass quintet and the New York Jets’ offensive line ran over my sinuses. And I thought to myself, “What would make me feel better? Oh, yeah, the Chimp could do something stupid.”


Thus, you get a caption contest:



I don’t have a caption, just a DayQuil-fueled observation that it looks like he’s about to chow down on the turkey’s neck right there on national television.


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11 thoughts on “Turkee

  1. “Whaddya mean it’s not legally binding to rename the bird Scooter Libbly?”

  2. “Whaddya mean it’s not legally binding to rename the bird Scooter Libby?”

  3. see see, i’m giving the turkey a reprieve. so, you democrats, i would like one too.
    stretch out your neck a tad more georgie.

  4. Of course, the whole thing is a sham. The “pardoned” turkeys go to a petting farm – but they have been so fattened up, they only live a short while before they succumb to the diseases of affluence.

  5. “We don’t technically kill it. First we waterboard it, then Foley fucks it.”
    “Maaan, just like the good old days at Yale…”

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