... And don't intend on deep frying that fukker in the back yard, drunk as shit - causing fires, I highly recommend taking it back and exchanging it for the best piece of Beef possible - Prime Rib preferably.
No need to sacrifice a chance at an epic meal because the meal is traditionally a shit ass bird.
Unless of course, you can convince the women to do all of the cooking - to include the turkey - which allows you to sit on the recliner drinking beers, watching football and cashing tickets.
Women can't cook Beef. It is something about their small brains that keep them from understanding how to cook that shit proper. Turkey on the otherhand, any half brained twit can throw that bitch in the oven - and come out with an overcooked dry POS.
Good luck, gents. No way to avoid gambling tomorrow. Probably much more than you should.
Fukkin' Lions gonna burn me again... I can feel it coming.
No need to sacrifice a chance at an epic meal because the meal is traditionally a shit ass bird.
Unless of course, you can convince the women to do all of the cooking - to include the turkey - which allows you to sit on the recliner drinking beers, watching football and cashing tickets.
Women can't cook Beef. It is something about their small brains that keep them from understanding how to cook that shit proper. Turkey on the otherhand, any half brained twit can throw that bitch in the oven - and come out with an overcooked dry POS.
Good luck, gents. No way to avoid gambling tomorrow. Probably much more than you should.
Fukkin' Lions gonna burn me again... I can feel it coming.
