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.
A.