"IT'S A VERY ORGANIC THANKSGIVING, FATDAVID8"
My wife and I went in with a colleague, N., on a couple of organically-farmed turkeys this Thanksgiving, and this morning the organic farmer's farmwife dropped them off at N.'s house. I happened to be there with N.'s lesbi-partner, awaiting my gobbler and eating her sugar cookies (no euphemism intended), when the turkeys were delivered. While dropping them off, the farmwife apologized to us for their being a bit underweight. Apparently, N. had ordered 20 lb. turkeys, and these were only 17 lbs.
"I guess you should have pumped them full of hormones and steroids," I jocularly suggested, "like they do over at Tyson."
"Oh, no, we'd never do that," she exclaimed. She then rather pedantically delivered a little lecture that explained why organic turkeys were so much better than Frankenturkeys, all the while ignoring my attempts to explain that I had been joking.
"You'll really notice a difference in the flavor, too," she concluded, eventually. "Have you ever had a fresh bird?"
"I don't know how I should answer," I replied, giving her the ol' leering once-over. "That sounds kind of like a naughty question."
She looked shocked, blushed, and then laughed the whole way back to her car and shook her finger at me, "Tsk, tsk, tsk!", as she got in.
Hmmm ... I'd just assumed, what with how turkeys are always irascibly running around with their manky red scrotums flipped across their beaks, that the farm would be a hotbed of hilarity.
There must not be a whole lot of joking in the deadly serious world of organic turkey farming.
My wife and I went in with a colleague, N., on a couple of organically-farmed turkeys this Thanksgiving, and this morning the organic farmer's farmwife dropped them off at N.'s house. I happened to be there with N.'s lesbi-partner, awaiting my gobbler and eating her sugar cookies (no euphemism intended), when the turkeys were delivered. While dropping them off, the farmwife apologized to us for their being a bit underweight. Apparently, N. had ordered 20 lb. turkeys, and these were only 17 lbs.
"I guess you should have pumped them full of hormones and steroids," I jocularly suggested, "like they do over at Tyson."
"Oh, no, we'd never do that," she exclaimed. She then rather pedantically delivered a little lecture that explained why organic turkeys were so much better than Frankenturkeys, all the while ignoring my attempts to explain that I had been joking.
"You'll really notice a difference in the flavor, too," she concluded, eventually. "Have you ever had a fresh bird?"
"I don't know how I should answer," I replied, giving her the ol' leering once-over. "That sounds kind of like a naughty question."
She looked shocked, blushed, and then laughed the whole way back to her car and shook her finger at me, "Tsk, tsk, tsk!", as she got in.
Hmmm ... I'd just assumed, what with how turkeys are always irascibly running around with their manky red scrotums flipped across their beaks, that the farm would be a hotbed of hilarity.
There must not be a whole lot of joking in the deadly serious world of organic turkey farming.
You are most welcome for my acceptance of your friendship request.
i love those moments of not giving a fuck what anyone thinks...and, i usually find 'disagreeable' people to be the most honest and hilarious! so, if someone pisses you off today, perhaps you should take an enormous shit in their meal!