Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ending It All

Let's assume that you want to arrange your own death. And Thanksgiving, for whatever twisted reason, seems like the day. Here is how you should do it. I think the five pounds of bacon alone would be enough, but that apparently is not over the top enough.

Turbaconducken. It's amazing how one word can encapsule so much fear, terror and apprehension.

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