Sunday, March 25, 2012
The turkey is dead. The last turkey is dead.
Who will bury him? I can't even lift him. It matters. I didn't think it would. But he just picked the exact right day to. And so it was, there he went tapping all of our tears and worries and it just filled him to death. We're sick and we can't tell anyone just how much we are. So sick it killed the turkey. And he's still laying RIGHT THERE.