The worst thanksgiving ever.

Depending on who you asked, it was the fault of the Dog, the Cat, the Kid, and/or the Jonga game. All was going well, every one was happy, the turkey was a golden brown , and smelled wonderful. The dinner table was all set with the china, glasses of champagne, stuffing, gravy, casseroles. But then the Kid threw the ball, or someone accidentally kicked the ball, or the cat batted the ball, the dog chased the cat, or the cat chased the dog, or the kid tried to pull one more piece out the the Jonga tower, or the dog and/or cat, and/or kid accidentally brushed against the Jonga tower, . Then everything went wrong.

After much heated arguments, more out of frustration than actual knowledge of what happened, the kid was sent to his room without dinner and ordered to take the dog and cat with him. As he looked back at his parents cleaning up the ruined dinner and food that spilled all over the floor. He was going to say something to them, but decided better of it. Instead he just whispered it to himself as he continued up the stairs. “Maybe if the table had all 4 legs, instead of having a Jonga tower holding up one corner, this wouldn’t have happened”


T-rump might see heaven, just for a little bit
Just how ever long it takes for Jesus to spit.

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