Day 11
A picture of something you hate
Hate is a strong word. However, it's a pretty accurate description of my feelings about turkey. Call me strange, call me crazy, call me un-American - I can't help it. Every year at Thanksgiving (and my mother can attest to this statement's truth) I try a piece of turkey in an desperate attempt to like it. But alas, I never do. It's a little disappointing because there are so many delicious menu items that feature turkey at the various restaurants I like to eat at and I never can eat them. But sadly, there is nothing appealing about turkey to me at all. I mean, they're even ugly as birds.
Am I right?
1 comment:
Yup They are not good looking animals, unless you are a turkey.
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