A few minutes ago, I was feasting on turkey with my extended family that consists of my gramps and grams. We were in gradual contentment ingesting our fried yams and cranberry sauce. My gramps was vacuuming off his platter with his mouth, finishing off the last of the colossal bird cartilage, when all of a sudden I looked up from my meal, and observed my gramps’ face making its gradual metamorphosis into a unnatural shade of violet. I gazed at his dilemma for 10 seconds before I realized what was happening. My grams began to roar with laughter at the eyesore of a corpse. My brain could not manage the distortion, so I sprinted onto the table, and kicked my gramps’ diaphragm, as his body became stiff and rigormortis. Meanwhile, on the other end of the table, my grams was building a napkin castle, and she was far too absorbed to be concerned with the incident. All of a sudden, my gramps let out a primal bellow as a piece of cartilage was ejected from his esophagus, and the cartilage torpedo bombarded my wounded leg. I observed the bone installed in my left extremity and I looked at my gramps who was slouched in the depths of the dining room corner. By now, I could see that my gramps was beginning to decompose, and his bodily cavities were teeming with flies and maggots. This Thanksgiving was disappointing. How can I have a better Thanksgiving next year?
2006-11-23
08:49:54
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