This past week just saw the end of another successful turkey hunt in the peaceful state of Maine. The wild turkey, while once on the endangered species list here, has returned to its plentiful numbers, allowing local rednecks and other gun enthusiast the right to hunt the beloved animal once again. I thought to myself, what better way to commemorate this grand occasion then by stabbing my neighbor, coincidentally named Turkey, in the back. Now all I have to do is collect my kill, and get it back to the misses to cook up in time for the holiday meal. I don't know what all of you are planning to eat this Thanksgiving, but I've got my heart set on a big bird named Owen.
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