Ugh. I like how the “E” seems to have been added to mashed, as if that was the important mistake to fix. Anyone else think it’s odd that someone can have such nice marker-writing abilities but not know how to spell Thanksgiving? If you know the holiday is to “give thanks,” then how could you not know it has “thanks” in the name? I smell a foreigner, and not just in the soup.
The way the eyes of the baby are blurred make it look very demonic. I would not eat that baby.
Vince in my household death is no excuse for non-attendance.
If my fucking lazy tramp of a grandfather tried to cry off, just because he was dead (which he is) then I would dig up his desecrated dusty corpse, and drag the idle cunt back to mine and pose him a happy position at the table. (which i did)