As a follow-up to my previous post, this is my stomach after Thanksgiving dinner:
Happy Thanksgiving holidays!
Are you a closet origamist?
No, but apparently my organs are.
Your stomach is much more attractive than mine was yesterday. I think mine looked like a lump of Play-Doh. But not in a good way.
I like tha Play-Doh concept. Mine is more like Play-D’uh.
Meant to type “in the CaL family tree”.
It’s the limit of my artistic abilities.
I never knew you had goldfish coloring on the CaL family tree.
If your innards are anything like my backyard, for your sake, I hope the squirrel and armadillo don’t start chasing the turkey.
My innards have the makings of an origami zoo.
Next year we’ll just stuff you then…
[That sounded grosser than it should, exsqueeze me.]
Now that I think about it, a number of people have told me to get stuffed.
Well, now you know why… You are suffering from something called Post Turkeytic Stuffing Psychoses. It’s very common after thanksgiving, but don’t worry about it. It’ll go away soon… Just visit the restroom on a regular basis.
Owie. On the up-side, it looks like there’s lots of expansion available in those folds…
Like the universe, my waist keeps expanding.
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