For my first Thanksgiving as host, I bought the biggest turkey they had in the store. So I took it home did the routine I've seen so many people do. It started slowly looking more and more like Thanksgiving as I added more to it all. Before I knew it people were arriving one by one, complimenting me on my work. But they all kept giving me odd looks, as if I was forgetting something. But when he walked in I remembered that my uncle was a pyro-maniac. He set fire to the turkey. And that's why we all ate hamburgers.
