It happens every year. I vow that I wil not overeat on Thanksgiving Day. And what happens? I do. Anyone else have that problem? The setting takes place “after turkey dinner” in the living room. Every recliner and couch is booked with a body passed out on it from too much turkey dinner. People try to speak, but their speech is slurred and their eyes half closed. My god, I might have to get some insulin to lower all these blood sugars that are probably sky high. I hope no one goes into a coma.
Have you every thought about how a cow digests its food? A cow has 4 stomachs. Wouldn’t it be great if we had 4 stomachs at a time like this: One for turkey, one for stuffing, one for potatoes and one for everything else. Do all stomachs work simultaneously, grinding up the contents and then pushing it down . . . well, you know where. From there certain chemicals are released which eventually make their way to the brain and cause us to become semi-comatose.
Finally, several hours later, people attempt to get up and leave and I still see the half-closed eyes and hear the slurred speech. If the police stopped their cars on the way home and did a breath-o-lyzer test, would he get a turkey read-out? I wonder. Would he smell methane or would he hear a gobble, gobble coming from deep inside?
