A FEW THANKSGIVING CHUCKLES

 

I hope nobody minds, but I had two different ideas for this weekend’s post and couldn’t decide which one to use, so I've posted them both. :[]





Filmore’s unfortunate birth defect.




 



:->

HAPPY TURKEY DAY



Comments

  1. Mike BrubakerNovember 24, 2024 at 2:33 PM

    Very funny! And so true, too. I liked the first one best for its authentic history.

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  2. Molly's CanopyNovember 25, 2024 at 5:17 AM

    Thanks for the laughs. I also liked the first one best, although the candlelight vigil was good, too.

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