It’s turkey season in Westview, where a holiday on which we gather with loved ones to give thanks for our blessings is merely another occasion for dread.
Turkey Jive
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It’s turkey season in Westview, where a holiday on which we gather with loved ones to give thanks for our blessings is merely another occasion for dread.
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I’m glad Batiuk decided to wait until the last few days before Thanksgiving to bore us with the traditional (meaning “same old”) band turkeys story. Hopefully, this means one week, maybe less, of that same old crap.
Still sucks, though…
“As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”
–Arthur Carlson
“As God is my witness, I thought frozen turkeys could fly.”
— Lefty
“As God is my witness, I thought Wally could fly.”
— Rache
As a typical Vietnam Veteran… Nate is obviously suffering from PTSD
While Wally gets help with his issues from Miss All-Smart and a dog, dry-behind-the-ears Vietnam veteran Nate is given the plum role of setting up another groan-inducing band turkey joke…
At least Dinkle isn’t involved… yet.
Oh my, another occasion to bitch about the thankless drudgery that is life in Westview, where something as mundane as a marching band fundraiser is merely another tortuous slog through layers of untold misery. Happy Thanksgiving!
Really. Epicus…at least Nate has what could charitably be described as a wry smile…Lefty looks about to collapse into tears.
Re: wry smiles, I’m pretty sure that’s the only kind of smile permitted in Westview aside from the mandatory smirking.
Come on, Nate, give the girl a hand! *rimshot*
Unfinished lines: “The day after our band turkey sale” when the vomiting finally stops.
I don’t see even a wry smile on Nate’s face, just the weary resignation of a another lame actor on the Funkyverse stage.
That Becky sure is a life suck, note how the color on the calendar fades out when she looks at it and fades back when her soul sucking eyes are averted by the hapless Nate.
Don’t look at Her Nate! Turn away, fast!
This is going to be another long week.
it’s a lot easier for me to snark on the self-righteous ego-strokes that pass for storylines.