S.T.E.V.E. (Space Time Exploration Vehicle Envoy) from Free Birds.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!!!!
S.T.E.V.E. is the on-board A.I. of a top secret experimental "time machine" being tested by the Unite States Government. When the chrononaut on-board evacuates, S.T.E.V.E. is left with empty mission perimeters.. which end up being rewritten by two turkeys who go back in time to the first Thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu!
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We should make the Free Birds meme an annual thing. Like to combat the every encroaching virus of Christmas we just tell all our friends about how we’re going back in time to the first Thanksgiving to get turkeys OFF THE MENU.
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Trolls 3 Incorrect Quotes now that the movie out now so we don’t have to wait anymore!
Thanksgiving Edition 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽
John Dory: Welcome to the hunger games!
Poppy: this is Thanksgiving!
John Dory: that is mahogany!
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Clay: Viva come stuff the turkey
Viva: ok
walks in
Clay: where’s the turkey?
Viva: gobble gobble
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CJ: why did they stop leaving pies on a window sill?
Keith: Too many people floating in the air when they smell it
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Poppy: ok on the count of three everyone say what there thankful for! 1..2..3!
Poppy: everyone here!
Clay: Viva’s mental health improving!
Viva: My mental health improving!
Bruce: my wonderful family
John Dory: my awesome reunion skills
Branch: seeing my 3 brothers again, oh and John
Floyd: me being alive
Shallow: pizza!
Kid Ritz: me being included
Aven: my life being mentally ok again
Veneer: Aven
Crimp: anti depressant
Velvet: me, duh
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John Dory speaking in a serious voice: we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu
John Dory: that’s right we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to the first thanksgiving to get turned off the menu
Branch: …who are you talking to?
John Dory: this guy right here *pointing to a mirror* he knows exactly what I’m talking about
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Branch: WHERE’S THE TURKEY?!
Floyd: it’s in the cabinet
Branch: oh
John Dory: now we know to never steal Branch’s turkey
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Branch: Clay did you put the turkey in the fridge to defrost a few days ago?
Clay: yep, totally!
Branch: you forgot
Clay: what?! no! Why would you say such a thing?!
Branch: your looking up, how to defrost turkey in 5 minuets
Clay: shut up! Go mash some potato's or something
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Bruce: John, you know what season it is?
John Dory: uh, Halloween season?
Bruce: yea, but do you know what else it is?
John Dory: what?
Bruce: It is “I ask you whether you’re coming back for Thanksgiving, you say you’ll think about it and then we got caught up in something that leads to you and Clay fighting, so you say you’re not coming back, which leads to me and Clay fighting and with your jointed effort you two make me cry like the world is ending, so Floyd has to put a stop to it. And eventually you come back for Thanksgiving and we have a semi-nice holiday” season
John Dory: …
Bruce: so you coming home for Thanksgiving?
John Dory: I’ll think about it
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽
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A silly holiday story time:
At thanksgiving one year my family had all gathered at my nana’s house for the family meal. My family are… not cooks. In more recent years I’ve had to warn my betrothed to lower their expectations of what we’re going to be fed. They hear the menu and think, well that sounds okay only to eat the blandest most poorly cooked food to ever shame our ancestors.
But the year in question I was still but a teenager and had not yet learned better food existed. I knew next to nothing about cooking, nor did my nana, so I was vaguely puzzled when she volunteered to cook a turkey.
It was good fortune really that I was in the kitchen when she came to check on it. I watched quietly while she opened the oven and made a sound of disgust at the juices surrounding the bird in its pan. She opened the oven door wider. She looked from the oven to her trash can. She looked back in the oven.
“Are you- uh- are you thinking to pour that juice in the trash?”
“Yeah! It’s gross, I’m just trying to figure out how.”
I, with my mere seventeen years of life experience looked at my fully grown wizened grandparent in bafflement. “If you pour that in the trash it’s going to melt through the bag, and also probably through the trash can itself? It’s really hot?”
She looked surprised to hear this basic law of thermodynamics, looking at the bubbling well of turkey fat as if seeing it for the first time. She then turned back to me, a child who had never learned to cook, “Well what am I supposed to do with it?”
“I think you leave it there? And-“
What I said next was cobbled together from television, pop culture, and American teens fixation on the hilarity of the tool for sex jokes-
“I think you baste it? There’s like a thing you get the juice in to squirt back on the top?”
She made a thoughtful hmm and closed the oven again, wandering back into the living room. I took a moment to imagine the alternate timeline where my family cleaned burning hot fat and melted plastic off the floor.
By and by our underwhelming dinner was completed and we tucked in. My mom keeps chickens so as we finished our food we put all our scraps into a big bowl that was going to the birds. We filled it with dry under seasoned turkey, stuffing, unfinished mashed potatoes, half eaten dinner rolls, etc.
As we were all lounging in contented fullness my brother finally arrived. Being older he had the luxury of showing up to family events hours late. He greeted everyone and went to fix himself a plate. He came out of the kitchen carrying the metal bowl of scraps, delightedly mowing through it.
My mom looked up and started laughing and we all turned to follow suit.
“What?” he asked.
“That’s the bowl for the chickens! Why did you pick that instead of making a plate?”
“This had everything!” he protested, showing us the conglomeration of every component of dinner all mixed up in one bowl.
He sat down and finished the whole massive bowl, unbothered by eating scraps, and the family watched in fascination. His only comment at the end was, “That was great! Turkey was a little dry.”
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