I mean, I admit there is something about eating turkey that makes you want to go to bed, but once in that drug-induced coma you couldn't care less who's in it with you...if anyone at all. And once you've stuffed yourself with all the Thanksgiving fixin's the last thing you want is someone on top of you. So I'm proclaiming Thanksgiving the least horniest day of the year, (unless of course you're talking about playing doctor with that cute cousin back behind the coat bed.) A couple of hands of Skipbo, watching football, and eating leftovers doesn't do much for the libido either.
Then of course you have to get to bed early so you can rest up for a day of warfare, uh, I mean shopping. Now shopping can be a turn on, but not while you're being trampled or making your way to the emergency room for stitches. This kind of combat gift procurement can only be exhausting at best. Probably around Saturday afternoon, after the pain killers have worn off and the last of the turkey tranquilizer has finally left your blood stream does normal sexual activity resume.
Happy Saturday!
4 comments:
and here, all this time, I thought turkey was an aphrodesiac!! Then again that might just be me!
Gee, even Freaky friday takes a holiday. You must have had a headache, right?
John
Everything's an aprodesiac to you, Bill...
And John, it was a coma which is virtually painless.
Shopping last weekend???? No way in you know where.
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